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After a moment's rest you happen to glance at the small table beside the lounge chair and see the oil again.

"Let's see how much more you can take, big boy, because I can take a lot more," you purr, turning onto your stomach and snagging the bottle in one motion.

"Did'ja squirt already? Poor baby, I bet you like to squirt on my bare back like this," you say, squeezing the bottle and sending a spurt of oil over your shoulder. It arcs through the air, landing in spattering drops on your hot skin before dribbling slowly toward the small of your back.

"Or maybe," you position the bottle near your fabulous butt. "Maybe you want to squirt on my naughty butt?"

A large dollop of oil lands on one cheek, then you squeeze again, landing more on the other.

"I bet you'd really love to hose down my tight little asshole, right?" You ask the air, and your now unseen neighbor. At the same time you squeeze again, perhaps a little too vigorously, and a generous blast of the oil coats your crack.

"Ooh, I'm all covered, now. I think I'll rub it into my skin. Someone's gotta touch my body. I want it so bad," you moan, torn between rubbing your butt and trying for your back. You settle on one hand down low and another up high.

It's awkward, and your large tits are mashed beneath you, but somehow you don't care that they're being squished somewhat painfully, or that the wood of the chair is still hot from the noon sun. In fact, you find yourself rocking a little, deliberately crushing them beneath you, moving to find new places on the chair where the wood hasn't cooled.

Groaning you rub fiercely on your butt, feeling a heat that has nothing to do with the sun.

"God I wish you'd spank me like the naughty naughty girl I am. Like this," you say, and bring a hand down hard. Hot damn but that feels good. "I think I'm a pain slut, you know? I'm crushing my poor tits and swatting my ass and it feels so good..."

Again you swat you butt, alternating to the other cheek. You rock some more, upper body forgotten. Instead the hand that was trying to rub the oil into your upper body gives up and reaches around the chair.

With your nipples poking between the slats you grab one with your long-nailed fingers and twist.

"Oh yeah," you groan. "Spanking me and twisting and pulling my nipples, it feels so good to be abused."

You've no idea if the perv is watching anymore. Any one of your neighbors could be watching as you continue to spank yourself, you fingers tugging and twisting your nipples between the hard wooden slats. Between the oil and the pulling you slowly drag your meaty breasts through the narrow gap.

"How about sticking it in my ass? Huh? Think that'll feel good? I sure do," you murmer, and while one hand abuses your breasts the other fingers your little rosebud, pushing harder until it pops through, eliciting a moan of pleasure.

"Oh fuck yeah, who'd have thought it would feel so good to have something in my backdoor. I'm gonna try another," you tell the world at large, and put another finger alongside the first. With all the oil on your fingers and butt it's easy to slide another one in alongside.

It's less easy to pull your firm breasts through a gap no more than an inch or two, but you're not thinking too clearly while you do it, and having your nails sink deep into your breast meat to pull them through makes them throb, not with pain but with pleasure. If your breasts could cum you don't doubt they'd be squirting the more you manhandled them.

"Oh fuck," you exclaim, jabbing the fingers deep into your backside. "I'm such a filthy whore. I... I'm gonna cum from jamming my fingers in my ass!"

Seconds later you're squealing as another orgasm rips through you. Your fingers bury themselves frantically as far as they can go, your other hand crushing your firm tits, dragging them the rest of the way through the gap in the chair with bruising ****.