Beginning of the big butt hunt
We all know these moments.
These moments, when time seems to stop and you seem to notice every little detail. Ironically, these moments always fade way to fast. So did this one.
Joe couldn't move an inch, even if she wanted to. In front of her, about seven feet away facing one of the lockers in the public bathhouse, stood a lioness. She had already removed her top and bra and her jeans and panties were down by her ankles. In fact, the moment that Joe entered was the moment that this strange lioness bent over to remove them. Since puberty Joe always had a fascination about butts. In particular female butts. Big ones. Plump ones. Butts, that seemed just one or two sizes too big for the bodies that they were on.
She wasn't a lesbian or bisexual, at least thats what she told herself over and over again when gazing at oh so short hot pants on other girls or masturbating while picturing herself being a servant of a queen that never wears anything to cover up her big, jiggling rear and always walks with sedusively swaying hipps in front of her.
Today she wanted to go swimming and visit the sauna afterwards. What made her stop and her jaw slowly drop open was the backside that was presented to her when she entered the girls changing room. Joe herself lacked big thighs. She allways though that her mother had big legs, but boy was she wrong. Right in front of her seemed to be the definition of what is nowerdays called "thick". Two plump thighs rose abouth the lioness's claves, that didn't seem to be skinny eather. For a quick moment Joe was amazed that legs could be so plump, so big without seeming to be grotesque or sticking on the wrong body. The soft, yet tender flesh was squished together, leaving no room for a gap to look through and every little move sent a slight but noticable wave of jiggling through them.
As her eyes wandered upwards, those large, meaty thighs culminated in an ass just as large and just as meaty that would have made any mare proud.
Joe gulped.
She had to touch it.
A feeling of ravenous lust spread through her as she looked at the huge round ass right in front of her. Every move the lioness did made her ass jiggle in respond. Holy fuck!
Just what should she do? A hot desire started to obfuscate her clear thoughs like a thick, bright red mist. "I cannot possibly touch it", rushed through her mind, "but..."
In that moment the lioness rose her tail a little higher inn what seemed to be an attempt of getting her paw through the right leg of her pants. In between of what seemed to be two ozeans of waving flesh sat the asshole of the big cat. It wasn't the first one that she had seen. Obviously she had seen her own while masturbating in front of the mirror and looking what her butt looked like in doggy style on all fours. Also, quite recently, she took a bet with her friend from school and, to be honest, lost more or less on purpose which resulted in her having to lick a buttcheek of her friend. Her friend however spread her cheeks and bumped her butthole right onto Joes nose which resulted in two lauthing girls.
But this one was different. The holes she had seen until now were small, closed, tight. Neither prominent nor special in any way. The anus of the lioness however wasn't any of that. Instead of being a closed little dot it looked more like a fleshy ring. It just seemed...bigger. The ring was so prominent, that her anus even stood out instead of being one with the surface of her butt. Then suddenly in what looked like an unescapable result of the bentover position the big female was in, it started to oped.
If Joe would have started to droll she wouldn't have noticed. Later she would learn that the way to acchive such an remarkeble asshole was frequent anal sex and stretching but for the moment she was just absolutely stunned. Every wet dream she has had so far and a fair ammount of wet dreams that she would experience in the future were right in front of her.
But the property of such moments of being over too soon didn't spare this one. Suddenly the gapping hole Joe glanzed at disappeared and was replaced by two immensly plump cheeks. Joe wasn't released from her trance but she managed to realize that the moment had come where she couldn't stare anymore without being cought. With all her inner strength that she could bring up to think rational and beat down the hormons that rushed through her body she turned aound and opend a locker. She heard the lioness behind her put a her clothing into her own locker and closing the dor.
What then followed was a moment of silence. For Joe, this moment almost seemed as long as the moment before, but eventually the lioness would start to move. Joe looked over her shoulder.
The lioness walked into the direction of the nude section of the bathhouse. Obviously she was nude too. Again Joe was cought in the moment. Every step the big cat took made her big, firm behind and thighs jiggle. Her rear just seemed to defy gravity. How could something so...perfect, so mindblowingly sexy exist?
"She looks like a modern version of a pagan fertility godess", Joe thought.
Then the godess disapeard behind the door.
Suddenly Joe was back in reality. What should she do?
"I will follow her! There is just no other way!", she thought. "But what should I do about this?"
With that thought in mind she let her paw slide into her panties right to her pussy. She was soaked. She hat allways been a wet girl, but this was rediciolous.
Should she go on the toilet first and masturbate? But she could not loose any time. She had to follow that lioness NOW! Still...if she stayed that wet she would start dripping from her lust and not just one or two unobstrusive little drops. Even water wouldn't make it any less obvious because of how sticky female arousal was...
Just what sould she do? Masturbating and possibly loosing the lioness or being risky and follow her directly?
That's for you, the reader, to decide! ;)