I spent last weekend at a friend of my husbands country pile, it was supposed to be a weekend of parties and fun but somehow developed into a weekend of boredom and frumps. I had high hopes for Saturday they had organised a 60s theme party and I spent ages getting the right look only to find all the other guests had just put on their normal stuff and tied a paisley tie round their heads. Worse they were all a lot older than me and mind numbingly boring. I did manage to get my husband to perform quite well though when we got to our room, I thought the springs would break as he pushed me down and really had his way with me! Sunday loomed dark and dismal, we were due to attend a local cricket match on the green. It poured all morning and although the rain stopped at about 12.30 the match start was delayed. We all retired to the pub where we partook of the local hospitality. The match did start at 2 with whatever restrictions these things have. By this time I was pretty well oiled and feeling very wet in the nether regions, my pussy was a bit sore from the hammering it had the night before and my jeans were rubbing it and not helping! I had dressed for summer and to be quite frank I was freezing, I need to wee and made my way outside to the ladies, I did the deed and as I came out I bumped into a nice looking middle aged man coming out of the gents. He smiled and pointedly looked at my chest, I looked down and saw that my nipples were sticking right out, the tight material of my t-shirt showing every line and contour of my tiny tits and mini hard nipples. I was very embarrassed and sort of pushed past him and made my way back in, not before he had stroked my bum though! Most of the people had gone out to watch the match but I was too cold so I stayed inside and had another large drink, my husband looked in to see if I was ok and then left me alone. The bum groper was at the bar with another guy, they were in earnest conversation and at one time they glanced across at me. I was very horny by now, and as I finished my drink I started to flood up. I then took the bull by the horns and went over to them and asked if they would buy me a drink, pretending I had no money on me and acting a lot more drunk than I was. They mentioned my tits several times and the conversation fluttered round sex without actually mentioning it directly, you know the sort of thing, I bet your man cant keep up with you, whats your favourite position that sort of stuff. I responded in kind! They bought me 2 more large drinks and I then started to sway a bit and I said I was not feeling too well and needed some air. They were very sympathetic and helped me outside. We went into the pub garden and through to the orchard at the bottom. I sort of flopped on to the grass under a tree and they joined me, I pretended to be out of it and the first guy rubbed my breast roughly, I moaned and pulled my legs apart. The second guy unzipped my jeans and pulled them and my knickers down, leaving them on one leg. He gasped once and shoved two fingers up my waiting and soaked cunt, I pushed against him and felt myself boiling. I kept my eyes closed and was rewarded by the fingers being replaced by a familiar stretching feeling as a cock was pushed hard up me. It took my breath away for a second as they all seem to do no matter what size they are. Then he fucked me, hard, deep and fast with long practised stokes. I couldn’t keep up the pretence, I opened my eyes and started to respond to him, bucking my hips into him as he thrust up me. Feeling him slap against my soaked cunt as his cock buried itself deep inside me, bruising and probing. I came hard and suddenly just as he cried out and jerked his stiffness out of me and shot warm spunk all over my stomach. I lay back panting and the other one got between my thighs in very quick time I was being stretched again as cock number two was forced into my gaping sex. This one had no finesse, to him I think I was just a hole, he slammed into me, breaking through the barrier at every thrust and entering deep into my womb, I felt my pussy muscles respond and grip him as he rode me, I was calling him all the names under the sun as he drove on ever harder, I came and cried, sobbing uncontrollably still calling him a useless bastard and feeble. I felt him stiffen and then jets of spunk gushed up me deep and wet right inside my womb. I came again as if on queue milking his member of every last drop. Not giving a thought to the fact he had just cum up me. They then both got dressed, one leaned down and snatched at my knickers breaking the side and pulling them from my leg, he held them to his nose and sniffed them. They both walked off leaving me undressed and sore but very well fucked. I cleaned myself the best I could and put my jeans on and made my way to the toilets. I did my best to make myself presentable and after getting my coat from the car to cover any grass stains more than to protect me from the elements, I joined the others outside, I dare not go back into the pub in case they were still there!