Mike and I danced to a slow one as soon as we entered. Thomas went to the restroom after we found a table. He returned to watch us dance and looked ar...und the room. Thomas cut in as we were dancing, he pulled me tight and swung me around.“Are you two looking for more than one?”My eyes looked into his and he turned his face against mine to push my stare towards the end of the dance floor.“Yes. Two would be wonderful. Let’s ask Mike."Randy walked confidently towards the three of us. Mike took his. Nothing. I glanced at the laptop screen and I could see that his strokes were slowing, the pulls and tugs becoming more deliberate and firm, and I knew that white cummy jets were sure to spurt from the tip at any moment. He was obviously unaware of my technical issues. I brought the vibe to my ear and shook it, dismayed to hear a sad, death rattle as metal and plastic clattered inside. “Alas, poor Bullet, you served me well,” I thought and grinned. Then I wondered how I was going to cum? I let. Not only was his cock hard and ready, my saliva had lubricated him enough that no other lubricant was necessary. He slid back down between my open legs and raised my butt up slightly, moving his hard cock closer and closer. “I'm gonna fuck you like a woman, Erica,” he whispered to me. “Yes. Please, Johnny. Please fuck me like a woman. I need to feel you in me,” I whispered back in reply. His cock touched my tiny opening and I was ready for him. Pushing against me I could feel the head of his. My teenage hormones were flooding through my body and I couldn’t think enough to be nervous or hesitant at this point. I stood up and slid my now obsolete plug out of my slightly stretched ass. As I went to toss it to the side on my towel all I could think was how this mysterious cock made the toy look like nothing. As I turned I didn’t notice the eyes watching from the gloryhole opposite me. I eagerly though nervously turned, and lined his delicious throbbing dick up with my puckered pink.