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It was a special day for Donna: it was finally her eighteenth birthday. She was going to celebrate it first in a company of her best girl-friends. Well, not exactly - they ordered stripper-boys so that the women company be diluted by some males.

When she woke up and saw a flower bouquet on the table, she first didn't realize why it was there. She noticed a card near the flowers and read it. It said: "Dear daughter! We are very sorry to be away on such a day, but you know that father is on a business-trip and I have to look after my mother. Anyway, we both will be back home soon and will be able to celebrate together. Hope you have a Happy Birthday today. Love you, Mom."

Having seen this, she remembered that today was the Day of her life. Donna had many plans connected with reaching the "independence age", as she called it. Whistling a jolly tune she went into the bathroom and paused there in front of the mirror for some time. Indeed, there was something to look at - and, maybe, not only look... Aged eighteen already, her body was a woman's body, fully formed. Deep brown eyes and long brown hair, nearly reaching the waist - she never wanted to be a blonde; a long beautiful neck on which golden necklaces looked so good, tender shoulders that almost asked to caress them... Breasts, so big and juicy many guys would give their right arm just to look at them, followed by a sexy little belly; Donna had a navel-ring and liked to wear tops that didn't cover her belly. She played with it a little thinking of what a night it would be, the turned around still standing in front of the mirror. The look from the behind was as great as from the front: a tight ass, small but juicy, looking especially tempting if it's owner started dancing... Plus to that, long legs - Donna was almost six feet tall.

She enjoyed looking at herself and playing with her body, imagining how someone else's hands would do that. She had a boyfriend once, and she was not a virgin anymore, but they fell apart almost a year ago and since then she didn't have sex. How nice it would be to see strong but tender arms touch and caress all this beauty, she thought, going to the shower. "How tired I am of not having anyone to do that..."

Donna went out of the shower and started doing all kinds of usual things that you always do if celebrating your birthday at home. She cooked, cleaned the house a little and about 4 p.m. everything was ready. All she had left to do was dressing up and putting make-up on. She chose a tight long dress with a deep decollete to give her figure the most advantageous view. Having looked in the mirror one last time, she went down to meet the guests.

That birthday was a feast of beauty, for the girls who came to Donna's place that night were no worse than her. Two blondes and a brunette, everybody with an awesome figure, they made a good contrast. They brought along two bottles of champagne and Donna had one saved herself, so the party promised to be all fun. Besides, the stripper-boys that were invited to come added some "adult" component, as it seemed to the girls.

They opened up the champagne and were sitting there talking laughing and drinking, and Donna began feeling a little dizzy. She didn't know where the tiredness could have come from and continued partying for some time. Maybe, it was the champagne, for she wasn't used to drinking much. When the door-bell rang, Donna went to open it and found four perfect males standing there with flowers. They were wearing suits and all four were masked. But even through the suits you could see their muscular figures. And as for the faces... Did they matter?

One of them immediately took Donna into his arms and carried her into the room; the other three went after them. They put on their own music and started the show. Four girls, four men - perfect. So each stripper chose himself a spectator, and no one seemed to be disappointed. The guys were really great, and with each piece of clothes they took off the girls looked at them with more lust. Everybody seemed to... Except the hostess who was almost asleep despite the great view she had. Later trying to remember that evening, she couldn't tell whether what happened had been real or a dream: it was too good and too crazy to be true... But let's see what her reality dream was of...

When every stripper was left with only one piece of cloth which could be called underwear, if it weren't so small, Donna thought it was the end and that she could finally go to sleep. But it was only the beginning...

The music went on; it was a slow song this time. Everything sounded to Donna as if she were somewhere far away... The guys, each with "his own" girl, started dancing and gently rubbing their bodies against the girls'. One of the strippers, a brunette a little higher than herself, with a muscular body and a great tight ass took Donna and tried to dance with her, but she couldn't: she wasn't standing on her legs firmly any more. So she sat down and he danced near her, sometimes coming very close to her and letting her feel his body. She could feel the hotness, could feel his member rising under the thin string underwear he had on... And he was wearing a mask. Sleepiness mixed with curiosity and lust in her eyes, she wanted to take it off, but he resisted.

- You can see my face later, - he said.

He started playing with her body, gently and slowly undressing her, always looking whether she was against it. She wasn't and, as she looked at the girls, they were being done the same thing to - nobody resisted. So she just closed her eyes for a bit letting herself fly between Morphey's land and reality, and let her hands feel a great tight ass, then go higher onto the back, the neck, then - back again. The stripper put his body closer to hers and made her feel the hardness of his cock. It was big, she could feel that through her thin dress, which she already wanted to get rid of but had no strength to do that herself. So he helped her stand up and took it off; and it slipped onto the floor, letting the hot and willing body out of it. They both had string underwear on now, and both helped each other take that off as well. As Donna saw the guy's strained member, she willingly took it into her hand and started gently caressing the sensitive head with her fingers. Then she started slowly moving her hand up and down the rod, making the guy moan. He was surprised: it was somewhat strange for someone with such a great body to act as if she hadn't had sex in a year. And he was a little scared because of the dreamy eyes of the girl - she behaved like her mind was somewhere else and at the same time there, with him.

They didn't notice how they got into the "69". She was now free to play with her new toy and to receive pleasure at the same time. So she started with licking his head while playing with his balls with her hand. She took them and slightly squeezed them, so pain mixed with pleasure. At the same time she was making slow moves with her mouth, going up and down the strained member that seemed to be about to blow soon. The guy's head lied between her long legs, so he was facing her shaved and wet pussy. He caressed it with his tongue, making everything even wet and drinking her juices. Donna moaned, and he started playing with her pussy using his fingers and tongue. He caressed her wet and lusty pussy, then put two fingers into it and moved them back and forth not stopping to use his tongue as well. Donna then started sucking harder, taking the shaft in as deep as if she wanted to swallow it. They moved faster and faster and finally he came, moaning. A hot flow stroke Donna's mouth; then another one. She swallowed all of the cum and then sucked a little more, trying to get everything to the last drop.

He was lying there moaning and relaxed; however, Donna didn't get what she wanted yet. She came up to her brunette friend Anna who was at the moment fucking a blonde stripper and asked: "Mind if I join you?"

- Of course, not, I can leave him to you - Anna answered; that was said as she was already standing up, leaving the guy lying there with his member strained, his eyes full of lust.

Donna fell on his body, not knowing what she wanted more: to sleep or to fuck. The guy however was more sure of his wishes. In a moment she felt his powerful shaft inside her, moving back and forth in a rhythm that made her want to scream and leave marks with her nails on his body - which she did. They kissed from time to time, his hands didn't stop caressing her body, going up and down the back, squeezing her sweet ass... she leaned towards him and kissed him. He took her ass with his strong arms and started moving himself, each time faster and stronger. The rhythm was getting faster, and she soon felt that sweetness which she had last felt a long time ago with her boyfriend, Jim. With a deep moan Donna came and fell on her nameless lover's body. They kissed once more and then Donna thought: "Strange... Jim was a blonde too. And the haircut is similar..." Then she noticed what she hadn't noticed before: a little birthmark on his chest, right below the heart.

Meanwhile he was lying with his eyes closed and body relaxed. Donna didn't bother asking to take his mask off - she tore it off herself.

"I must have drunk too much champagne not to recognize him" - she thought looking at the face of the "stripper". It was her Jim. She fell on his body once more and closed her eyes, feeling sleepier than ever and not wanting to think of what she would say to him later...