The Newbie's Prize

Janet rolled her eyes as, by the sound of it, Rachel was not necessarily only worried about a hand being stuck in her rear end—she was getting turned on by it, as well! “You are such a little slut, Tracy…” Janet mused, as she kept tugging on her hand, finally feeling as if she was making some progress. “If I wouldnâ€t probably be the same way with your hand stuck up my butt, Iâ€d be disgusted!”

Very slowly, her hand was beginning to slide free, and the Lakota girl could now see her lowermost knuckles as they emerged from the redheaded girlâ€s sphincter. She thought that things would be smooth sailing from here on out, but, when Tracy suggested she use a foot to push, it was just too tempting to mess with the redhead.

“Oh, of course, Tracy! Good idea!” Janet giggled, lifting one foot up and planting it squarely in the middle of one of those two pale butt cheeks. Wiggling her toes, Janet would feel the bum flesh ooze between them, as she continued to pull her hand free.

Rachel blushed-it was a bit weird to be turned on by such a predicament, but Janet's hand twisting and sliding was just so stimulating!

The redhead gasped as she felt the Lakota's foot push firmly into her rear. She arched her back and leaned forward, a long drawn out moan escaping her lips as her soft, round ass was squished under the powerful legs, Janet's hand slowly working it's way out. "Ohhhhh gaaaawd!" she cried deliriously as the brunette's fist popped out of her rear. The formally tight pucker slowly receded, forming a small round hole in the center of her voluptuous ass.

Her body quivered as she lay on the floor, her breasts pancaking beneath her chest. With a shaky voice, she glanced back, her lips turned in a coy smile. "I..." she gasped. "I think I'm ready to get out now..."

After much pulling, tugging, and squishing of Rachelâ€s ass with her toes, Janet finally managed to remove her hand from inside of the redheadâ€s rear end, watching with amusement as the girl continued to squirm, her asshole receding back to its normal, tight state.

“Well, that was something,” Janet observed wryly, flexing her hand. It had fallen asleep while inside of Rachelâ€s ass. She brought it up to her face and sniffed at it a little, a little out of curiosity, but mostly to embarrass her still-stuck friend. “Peeyew! Stinky,” Janet declared, walking around to the front of the chair where Rachelâ€s head was and smiling down at her.

“You want to get out, huh?” Janet asked. “You think you get to make that decision, huh, sweetie? Well, maybe Iâ€ll just leave you there and go home!” She huffed and turned around, but, after a few seconds, gave a backwards glance over her shoulder. “If you want me to help you out, youâ€re going to have to ask nicely…very nicely!”

Rachel squirmed in her prison. Eyeing Janet's curves as the Lakota walked in front of her, she smircked. "Oh please, don't leave me!" she whined, trying to not giggle and ruin the mock panic. When Janet turned, Tracy pushed on her arms, wiggling and shaking her breasts as she tried to push through. "Pretty please, mistress?" she begged, turning her puppy dog eyes. "I'm ready to be framed and carried down."

Janet would scan the pleading Rachel coldly, analytically, not betraying on her face at all the joy she was feeling playing this game with the ample-assed redhead. “Oh, you want me to stay here and help you get out, sweetie?” she asked mockingly, exaggeratedly, as if she could hardly deign to stoop down to Racy Tracyâ€s level and help her out. She watched the girl push with her arms, her breasts jiggling, her eyes pleading for assistance. With a heavy sigh, Janet would walk back over to her friend, going around behind her to place her two hands on Racy Tracyâ€s ass. “Alright, fine. Iâ€ll help you out,” she said. “Iâ€ll push you from behind. Ready? One…two…three!” She would push her hands forward, her fingers sinking into the generous butt cheeks of the other woman.

Rachel braced her hands against the frame, wiggling, scrunching her brow and pushing as her rump melted in Janet's hands. She "Hnnnnnnngh!" She groaned, sweat beading on her forehead as she struggled to get through. She smircked-they would finish almost as they started, but in reverse. Once Racy Tracy was out, she'd pull her jeans to her thighs (maybe), then have her feet and hands bound by her own bra and panties, before having a frame wedged on her rump and paraded to the cafeteria...and whatever else Janet thought of.

That seemed a long way away though, as her ass barely moved. "Hnnnn Nngh! Haaa...M'lady...I think I'm realy stuck!" She said, giggling.

Janet pushed as hard as she could, her fingers sinking deep into Rachelâ€s plush rear. She strained until beads of sweat formed on her forehead and began to drip down her face, but, after minutes of trying, it was becoming clear that her redheaded friend was pretty solidly stuck in between those wooden bars. “Uh oh,” Janet muttered, as the big ass jiggled and wiggled, but did very little by the way of squeezing through the hole.

“Tracy, you little piggy, you. This is what happens when you overindulge!” Janet chastised, getting up and walking over into the kitchen. “I really should teach you a lesson, and leave you and your big fat butt here to figure out this problem alone. But, since Iâ€m so nice…”

She would open up the refrigerator and take a peek inside. She reached in and grabbed a stick of butter, then bounced back over to Rachel, waving the stick of butter. “Butterâ€s what got you into this situation, Tracy, and butter will help get you out!”

Rachel cooed as Janet walked to the fridge. "But it's so fun to have a round ass!" she whined, giggling as she tried to squeeze through. Her plump rump jiggled slightly from the squeeze.

As Janet came back, Tracy flashed puppy dog eyes, watching the Lakota's swaying hips and rear. She turned back to the front, ready to push when told to. The redhead gasped as the cold butter was spread on her cheeks. "Brrr...." she panted. With a wiggle, she looked over her shoulder. "How do I look?"

Janet clicked her tongue admonishingly as Rachel defended her overly spherical posterior. Now was the time for her to deliver that little lesson she had teased the redhead with the prospect of. “While it is quite fun to have a round ass, there is a right way and a wrong way to have such a posterior,” the Native American woman explained, smirking as she gave the small lecture with the patient, slightly condescending tone of a schoolteacher. What she said made very little sense, but the way she said it made it sound important.

“Exhibit A!” she would announce, turning herself around and shoving her own ass up into Rachelâ€s face. “Generously proportioned, smooth, plush…certainly what one could call a bubble butt.” She would press her ass harder into the redheadâ€s face, forcing Racy Tracyâ€s nose and mouth in between her cheeks, letting her get up close and personal with her perfect Lakota backside. “But it is shapely, too, well-formed in such a way that it can squeeze through many a tight space.”

“Unlike some posteriors,” she continued, removing her ass from Rachelâ€s face so that she could walk around and cup the redheadâ€s rear end roughly. “Lumpy, far too soft, seemingly ready to burst like a balloon…really, sweetie, you must take better care of yourself.”

Janet could not help but snicker at her own words. The way she had delivered them was patently ridiculous, and, in reality, her ass and Rachelâ€s ass were very, very similar. But she couldnâ€t help but tease the lovely redheaded stuck fetishist. Slowly, she would begin to spread the butter all around Rachelâ€s ass, both in front of and behind the wooden bars, until it generously coated a majority of both cheeks. “You, Tracy, look good enough to eat,” she cooed.

Rachel squeaked as Janet's posterior was shoved in her face. "Mmph!" she exclaimed, the fleshy mounds burying her. She inhaled the warmth before the Lakota pulled away. She wiggled as her ass was played with, before feeling it get buttered up. Giggling, she wiggled again. "I'd prefer you push than eat...or else you'll get like me" She cooed.