Willow Barker

Willow Barker was a bit of a nerd, a bit of a geek, a bit of an outcast. She liked to study, play DnD, watch anime and play magic the gathering. Willow has red hair that just reaches her shoulders, big black rimmed glasses, a light sprinkling of freckles that adorned her face, and a shy demeanour that made it difficult to socialise with many of her peers at school.

What not a lot of people realised, was that Willow had a smoking hot body. A full figure that she kept hidden with baggy clothing, as she didn’t feel confident flaunting her natural assets like the other girls at school. She was a curvy wet dream, with large tits that filled a G-cup bra, and a fat ass that jiggled.

Willow was in the library, her fortress of solitude. Barely any students came here, and if they did , it wasn’t to study. She was listening to music, soft rock that helped her concentrate. The strums of the guitars and hard beating of the drums in the song sang an alluring sound to Willow.

As the song came to an end, she heard a different sound that came from beyond the sound constrictions of her ear phones. She pulled at the wire to dislodge them from her ears, and that was when she could hear the sounds more clearly.

It was grunting, moaning and groaning. It sounded familiar, a noise that could be heard often in the halls of the school. She rose out of her chair and went to investigate, making soft patters of her feet as she approached the corner of a bookcase. The noise was louder now and even more distinct, she poked her head around the shelf to see a salacious sight.

A male student was on top of a woman, pumping his cock into her vagina. Willow could see his toned ass as he thrusted away, making the woman beneath him moan out in response with pleasure. Willow then realised that it was the library’s receptionist that was receiving the pounding. Willow knew her name to be Molly, as she introduced herself some time ago when Willow regularly frequented the library. She was in her mid-thirties and recently divorced, she was an attractive lady who did flirt a lot with the student body. She had light brown hair, her breasts were a good handful and she had a petite body.

Willow gasped a small sound as she watched, her fingers tightening around the edge of the bookshelf. The receptionist’s legs were hooked around the student’s waist, her high heels digging into the small of his back as he drove into her with rough, rhythmic thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed between the shelves, mingling with the woman’s breathy whimpers. Willow’s cheeks burned, but she couldn’t look away—especially when the receptionist’s manicured hand snaked down To grab the student’s muscular ass cheek, gripping it firmly.

The student groaned, his hips stuttering as he neared his climax.

“Cum in me.” The receptionist whimpered. The student grunted and spent his seed inside, both had reached climax, both were quivering from their combined pleasure.

When he pulled out, Willow got a good look at his penis. It was big, even after becoming soft from his completion. He repositioned himself, and Willow got a good look at his face too.

It was Troy Goldsmith, one of the popular boys of school, best friend of Josh Frye. He was handsome, with a chiselled jaw, ash blonde hair and a muscular physique.

It seemed to unlock something in Willow, a feeling she knew to be arousal and desire.

She knew a lot of sexual activity dominated the school, but for some reason, this sordid sight in her familiar ground, the way Troy looked as he pounded his thick cock into Molly caused her to go weak at the knees.

Troy laid next to her, the semen began to ooze out of Molly’s well used hole. A look of satisfaction and achievement adorned her face.

“That’s better, isn’t it.” Purred Molly.

“You’re right, sex is the best stress reliever.” Said Troy.

Willow tip-toed away, not wanting to be seen at watching them being caught in the act. When Willow sat back down at the desk she was studying at, she pressed her thick thighs together, her vagina becoming moist. She saw them come around the shelves, adjusting their clothing, not bothering to look around to see if they had been alone. Troy looked so handsome, and Willow couldn’t help but gaze at his crotch, the bulge of a softening cock still evident there.

She thought the best person to talk about these new feelings was her friend, Everly. Although she was one of the most popular girls in school, she still gave her time and attention to Willow when she asked for it.