The Newbie's Prize

Rachel grunted as she continued to heave with all her might. "Unngh..may..maybe we should call you Lakota the Pooh." she giggled. Gasping as she leaned on her haunches, she wiped her brow. This was harder than she thought. Suddenly, though, she had an idea. "Body oil!" she cried, clapping her hands. "We can slick you up and push you through that way!"

Janet giggled when Rachel called her Lakota the Pooh. “Hey, you just wait until itâ€s your turn, Tracy. With the size of your rump, I canâ€t help but imagine youâ€ve had your fair share of honey in your day!”

When Rachel suggested that they use body oil to help slip Janet free, the Native American girl smiled and rolled her eyes. “Oh, you just want to get an excuse to get your hands all over all of this!” she exclaimed, rubbing her hands down her sides. “Well, I think itâ€s a good idea. Hurry up and go get the oil!”

Janet laughed. "Now, now-that's just a wonderful side affect!" she teased. Uncapping the light brown bottle, she started pouring it all over Janet's awaiting rump. The sweet smell filled the room as Rachel started slathering it across the girl's wedged tushy. Soon the native american girl's ass gleamed like a jewel. "So this is what an Indian summer tan looks like." the redhead joked, ensuring she covered each and every inch of the round pillow-like goodness. She also allowed herself to massage Janet's thighs, running her hands up and down until the legs shimmered in kind. She planted her hands on the girl's rump, making sure they sank into the plush for pleasure and traction. "Ready?"

Janet giggled as Rachel slathered the oil across her bum, making it shine in the bright morning light. She definitely noticed some non-necessary touching, as well, which she enjoyed to no end. “Ohohohoh, Iâ€ll tell you, Tracy, when itâ€s your turn to try this and I need to break out the oil, youâ€re going to be in for quite the rubdown!” the Lakota girl exclaimed, as she felt her redheaded friendâ€s hands sink into her pillowy behind.

When Rachel asked her if she was ready, Janet nodded determinedly. “Yep! Iâ€m ready to get free and get a little revenge on you, sweetie!”

"Nnnghhhhh-ngh!" Rachel groaned, putting her full weight in to pushing her friend. The lovely plush rump spread and squished, valiently holding back...

Until suddenly, Janet popped through. Rachel pitched forward with a shrieak as the Lakota's ass flew through the chair.

For a moment, Janet thought that she wouldnâ€t be able to make it through the chair, even with the oil. Then, all at once, her butt slid through the gap, and she fell to the floor in a heap. “Ooof!” she groaned as she hit. She rubbed her head with one hand, looking up at Rachel. “Well, now that thatâ€s finally over…”

"My turn!" Rachel cried eagerly. She got on her knees, brished her hair out of her eyes, and giggled. "Picking up the sharpie, she put lengthwise between jer lips, like a bone, and held her hands up as one would see a dog beg. The big puppy eyes she gave Janet will wiggling her bottom completed the look, even it was hard to not burst out laughing. She couldn't wait to try her hand at the time challange..and maybe getting stuck even more so.

Janet got herself gingerly to her feet, still rubbing her forehead. She had landed flat on her face, and was pretty sure she would have a big bruise on her temple later in the morning. But, for now, she had certain other things to attend to. Seeing the adorable look Rachel gave her, Janet couldnâ€t help but laugh and pat her friend on the head.

“Oh, puppy want to try to fit through the chair?” she asked, in mocking pet talk. “Puppy want to get her butt played with a little more? Go ahead, Tracy; Iâ€ll get the timer ready.”

Rachel yipped in reply, bouncing, put broke doen laughing instantly. Putting the pen the floor, she leaned on the bars. "Ready!" She called, wiggling her ass. (Sorry for late reply, should be back for a while.)

Janet laughed along with her friend, patting the girlâ€s wiggling rear end when it was presented to her. “Alright, well, Tracy, youâ€ve got five minutes to make it through. Letâ€s see what youâ€ve got!”

She would walk around the chair to the other side, getting down on her knees and making a come-hither hand motion to Rachel. “Come on, puppy! Come here to Janet, puppy! You can do it!” As soon as Rachel would start trying to get through, Janet would hit the ‘Start†button on the timer.