She was sure he was inexperienced because of the way he had looked shyly away when she smiled at him. He was uneasy with her because she was a woman. He was a babe in the woods on the verge of manhood. She could teach him so much. She could teach him to be the kind of lover she had always wanted to have. And, at the same time, she could grasp hold of the tenderness and romance that were so woefully lacking in her life.

"Oh God, it would be so beautiful, honey! If I could have you here with me! If I could have both of you here with me!" The higher she got the more fantastic Martha's dreams became. Her hand smacked against her clitoris each time she stoked her fingers deep into her cunt. The jolts of pleasure shot darts of arousal through every nerve-ending. She was trembling like a leaf in a high breeze. She knew she was getting close to climax. In her abandoned state, she let herself think about whatever came to mind that might help her over the last hurdle to wallowing forgetful ecstasy.

She could imagine herself with a naked boy stretched out on either side of her. Each of them would have a hard-on pressing against her sensitive flesh. She would be so wet and hot, so willing to serve their every lustful need. "Oh God, I feel so good! I feel sooooo good-d-d!" With the alcohol for ally, Martha was riding on top of the world. She, was shameless. She was beautiful in the full flush of her hunger. She could feel her clitoris starting to spasm, and she pulled her knees up and drove her fingers deep, deep into her cunt. She wailed like a wounded animal when the orgasm struck her. She shut her eyes tight and let herself flow with pleasure.

"Oh God, it feels good to cummmmmm…" In the oblivion of climax, Martha did not need anyone, not even the memory of the boys. She felt wave after wave of tingling joy shake her shapely body as she pulled herself up tense. Gradually, with the tension freed from her, she let go. She stretched out and relaxed. Her fingers were still inside her pussy as she started to drift into sleep.