Brooksville was a quiet neighborhood, the kind of neighborhood that most people would feel comfortable letting their kids explore. It seemed to have come out of a typical 70’s movie. Most of the streets were lined with beautiful thick green trees whose leaves rustled pleasantly in the summer breeze, and the craftsman style houses looked cozy and welcoming. People nodded to each other as they drove by each other on the street, and even the dogs didn’t bark too much when the mailman came around. The main reason everything in Brooksville was so pleasant was that it was a tightly knit neighborhood, so people living there knew a lot of their neighbors personally.
Every single person in Brooksville seemed to know Candace.
She stood in Mr. Hoffman’s house with her feet spaced a little further apart than normal, gazing at his front door with a distant look in her eyes. A dark green baseball cap with a logo on in that said “Marie’s Pizzeria” rested on top of her head, and she wore a matching green short-sleeved button down shirt. The shirt sported the same logo on the left breast, except this logo was larger, and behind it was a cartoony illustration of a busty woman holding a large pizza with a sly smile.
Candace had moved to the neighborhood when she was 19, a little under a year ago, as she had begun studying at the university close by a year before. She instantly fell in love with Brooksville. It had a large number of parks and everyone was so kind and approachable. She soon got a part-time job working at Marie’s Pizzeria, and quickly became the best deliverer they had ever had. She loved going door to door to deliver pizzas and she made sure to talk to each person she met along her delivery run, taking a moment to learn something new about them each time. Everyone in Brooksville loved Candace, and she didn’t mind the attention. The women would give her hugs or pinch her cheeks, squealing about how adorable they were, and although Candace was a little too old for that, she thought it was kind of fun.
The men looked at her differently. She had noticed this around her third pizza run, and she supposed it had something to do with her fiery red curly hair, which tumbled out from under her green cap, or perhaps her round disney princess-esque blue eyes. Or maybe it had something to do with the light splash of red freckles across her slightly upturned nose, or her enticing lips, which parted to reveal her perfect straight teeth whenever she smiled her cute disarming smile, which was a lot. Her smile definitely seemed to make people lose their train of thought when they were talking to her, and she guessed the dimples that her smile revealed in her cheeks didn’t help.
She also had a banging body. She was short, but she assumed the men in Brooksville didn’t mind. In fact, her petite-ish frame only seemed to fuel the bulges she spotted in their pants after she was done delivering their pizzas. Her breasts weren’t too big, but they were shapely, and she liked them very much. She supposed the men did too. The button down shirt that came with her uniform wasn’t enough to hide the bounce in her chest whenever she walked, and if she wore anything tighter, both men and women alike couldn’t keep their eyes off of her. Things weren’t that much different with her ass. A pair of shapely thighs led up to a round butt which Candace knew all of the men thought about every night. She was a very athletic girl, having played soccer in high school, and she had been noticing her peers and classmates staring at her perfectly sculpted hindquarters long before then.
And the men kept staring now. They could barely keep their eyes on hers while she made cheerful conversation, smiling up at them although she almost always knew exactly what they were thinking. She saw their eyes dance down to her chest and then jump up to her face as if they had realized what they were doing, only to move down to her curvy hips a few seconds later. When she said goodbye and walked back towards her bike to continue her delivery, they would stand for way to long with the door open, and she knew they were watching her tight ass strut away from them. It didn’t take long for Candace to learn that she was a huge distraction to almost everyone she ran into, and that she could make a penis harden surprisingly fast if she overdid the cheerful friendliness a little too much.
So she started showing up to work wearing shorts that were a little thinner, and she started to “forget” to wear bras. She changed her makeup, adopting a light subtle lipstick which made her mouth even more inviting. She experimented, trying out different shorts, socks, and hairstyles, and seeing which combination caused the guys to stutter the most. She stood a little closer to people when she talked to them, and she chatted for a little too long. Candace did all this very carefully and nobody knew any better. Everyone still thought she was the sweet innocent girl that had moved in just months ago, the only difference was that now she knew how to tease, and she knew how to do it well.
However, after a few weeks of doing this, it became clear to Candace that using her pizza delivery runs to give every guy in the neighborhood blue balls wasn’t enough. She began to feel a peculiar emptiness inside of her. She wanted more.
She decided to start taking names.
Her mouth hung open, and she smiled at Mr. Hoffman’s front door, lustful whimpers escaping her mouth. Her eyes became even more unfocused as time passed, slowly rolling up behind her half closed eyelids. She was bent forward a little. Mr. Hoffman had his arm wrapped around her chest, which stifled the jiggle of her breasts slightly. He was perspiring, and a vein was popping in his moist forehead as his hips slammed into Candace’s perky buttcheeks over and over. Her ass rippled with each impact, and desperate pants escaped from his mouth as he listened to the slapping noises of her ass hitting his pelvis fill up the entrance space to his house. The frequency of the slapping noises increased steadily, and soon Mr. Hoffman was groaning, moving his shirt up so he could get a better view of the ass he had secretly fantasized about for months repeatedly slamming into him. His pants and underwear were wrapped around his ankles, and his wallet lay on the ground next to them, forgotten.
There were no pants or underwear wrapped around Candace’s ankles, because she didn’t have any pants of underwear. All of her shorts were folded and neatly stored in her dresser back in her bedroom where she had left them. She had conveniently forgotten to wear any kind of bottom on this particular pizza run.
Mr. Hoffman’s rock hard cock was shoved into the depths of Candace’s pussy again and again, her swollen pussy lips wrapping tightly around the shaft that was moving in and out between them. She had been wet for hours anticipating this, but now her pussy was practically pouring girl cum as it hungrily devoured the erection she had seen outlined in Hoffman’s pants countless times before. He had never felt anything like her vagina before, and, soon enough, the sensations proved to be too much for him.
Candace’s eyes opened slightly when she heard Mr. Hoffman moan, and her smile grew as she felt his body shudder violently. He exploded, his cock pumping cum into the girl that he had shamefully watched through the front windows of his house every time she biked past, and his hips could only twitch weakly as he experienced the most powerful orgasm of his life. She turned her head and smirked at him, and he desperately grabbed her hips for support.
“Aww, Mr. Hoffman,” she teased, slowly moving her hips from side to side. Her buttcheeks brushed against his pelvis, and he let out a groan as he felt her vagina move slightly around his sensitive cock. “Done so soon? I was only getting started…”
She moved forward, and another moan was forced from Mr. Hoffman as his sensitive cock slid out from her gripping cunt. It twitched at half mast, his last drop of cum oozing from the head as she turned to face him and placed her hands on her hips.
“Well, I appreciate the tip,” she said, raising her eyebrows, “but I still need ten dollars for the pizza.”
“Wh- wha- ho- whe..” panted Mr. Hoffman, staggering towards a wall and leaning against it.
“Oh, nevermind,” sighed Candace, and she quickly moved forward and knelt, picking up his wallet. She took out the money and straightened up, giving Mr. Hoffman one last cheerful wave before she grabbed the rest of her stack of pizzas and walked towards the door. Mr. Hoffman watched her ass jiggle away from him, his eyes wide, as the high from his orgasm slowly wore off. She closed the front door behind her, and he sagged against the wall, putting a hand on his forehead.
“…what have I done…”
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As Candace walked down the path cutting through Mr. Hoffman’s front lawn, a trickle of cum started oozing out from between the reddened folds of her pussy. She bit her lip as she felt his warmth on her pussy lips, and her breathing became shorter as she stepped out onto the sidewalk.
She still wasn’t satisfied.
Her pussy lips burned with need as she made her way to her bike, which was leaning on the white picket fence around Mr. Hoffman’s house. His cum dripped from her soft folds to her thighs as she walked, and the sway of her hips, which she had practiced to perfection, was automatic by now. She didn’t even realize she was doing it. She also didn’t notice the teenaged boy watching the movement of her buttcheeks through a window on the other side of the street with widened eyes. She was too distracted by her need to milk someone.
Her tight ass jiggled as she stopped by her bike and brought her pizzas in front of her. She placed them in the basket above the front wheel and moved the bike away from the fence, trying desperately not to touch her hardened nipples which were brushing against the thick fabric of her shirt. She had never been this aroused in her life; Mr. Hoffman was too fast, leaving her wanting more, much more.
Candace mounted her bike, and her eyelids fluttered involuntarily as her pussy rubbed against the leather of the bike seat. She moved her ass back, rubbing her clit against the seat now, and moaned softly. The boy watching from the house across the street had his hand around his cock, exploding into the first towel he could find as he watched the hot pizza girl he had a crush on hump her bike, spreading her moisture all over the bike seat.
She shuddered, biting her lip, and then brought herself back under control. Brushing a lock of her red curls out of her face, she put her feet on the pedals and started down the street, the Marie’s Pizza streamers attached to her handlebars fluttering in the breeze. Cock was all she could think about as her pussy lips brushed against her seat with each movement of her legs, and a blush started to grow on her cheeks.
“Alright,” she whispered to herself, “Who’s next?”
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Mike straightened away from his work table, admiring the fixed sprinkler sitting on the table surface with a mixed expression of pride and satisfaction.
“Well,” he grunted, “that’ll do her.”
He got up off of his chair and looked around his garage, stretching his back.
He was a beefy man in his late forties, with short brown hair which grew along the sides and back of his head. The top of his head was balding. He had a barrel shaped chest and thick hairy arms, and he had somewhat of a beer belly. His face sported a thick mustache. He was wearing his work clothes, a gray polo shirt with some khakis. He loved spending time in his garage, fixing things, it was relaxing to him. He would leave all of his worries behind in the house and head into the small garage, open the garage door to the street, watch the street for a bit, and then get to work. Today he had fixed a malfunctioning sprinkler, and, pleased with the days work, he was ready to head back inside.
Mike looked down at his watch and grunted.
“Pizza should be here soon,” he muttered to himself.
As if on cue, he heard the faint whirring sound he had come to associate with Candace’s bike. He smiled and moved back to his work table, where he started putting his tools away. He heard the bike stop and then the sound of footsteps.
“Heya Michael!” said Candace’s classic cheerful voice as she moved towards the garage.
“I keep telling you, call me Mike,” he called out to her, putting a screwdriver away in a box under his desk.
“Mike shmike,” answered Candace. “I got some pizza for you!”
Mike grunted as he straightened up, smiling to himself again, because he had just thought of a funny story he could tell her. He loved making this lovely girl laugh, it was just the greatest thing. He turned around, straightening his shirt, and then looked at Candace.
She was standing at the entrance of his garage in a wide stance, her legs spread apart and her hips thrust to one side. She held a stack of pizza’s in one hand and her other hand rested on her hip. Mike’s bulging eyes travelled over her converse sneakers, her long striped socks, her shapely thighs, and then the stopped at her swollen pussy lips. They glistened with moisture, and he could see that same moisture coating the insides of her thighs. His eyes snapped up to her face, and he saw her looking at him with her mouth curled into a massive smirk, complete with the adorable dimples in her cheeks.
“Come get your pizza, big guy,” she said.
“Now look here, young lady,” retorted Mike, pointing a finger at her, “you need to get some clothes on!”
An exaggerated expression of confusion replaced the teasing look on Candace’s beautiful face, and she played with the hem of her shirt with her free hand.
“But I *am* wearing clothes. I’ve got my uniform on and everything.” She reached up and tugged at the brim of her cap, adjusting it so that it sat straighter on her head. “I’m just being a good girl and doing my pizza delivery as usual, *sir*.”
Mike raised his eyebrows at the use of the word “sir” and shifted around awkwardly, not sure of what he was supposed to do. A smile was barely visible in Candace’s otherwise blank expression as she slowly started swaying her hips from side to side, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. A few seconds passed, and then Mike spoke.
“I don’t know what you’re up to, Candace, but I’m not having it, not in this garage, I’ll tell you what. How about you just run along and we can pretend this never happened.”
“Oh, but Mike, don’t you want to taste your pizza?” Candace placed a pointer finger on her bottom lip and gave him a pouting expression. “I promise it tastes extra good…” Her finger moved down from her lip, brushed over her chest, and then moved over her stomach until it reached her naked crotch, where it dug into her pussy. Her pouting expression deepened. “…don’t you want a taste?”
Mike visibly swallowed, his eyes on the moisture now coating the redheads finger as she brought it to her mouth. His heart started beating as he watched her almost irresistible lips wrap around her soaked finger, and her round blue eyes watched him as she sucked, pushing her finger into her mouth and then slowly pulling it out. He forced himself to look away from her mouth and ended up looking at her pussy instead. There seemed to be even more girlcum oozing from her folds, trickling over her outer lips. A thin string of it hung from her pussy and lowered towards the floor. Mike knew this couldn’t go on much longer, the temptation was becoming too strong. Whether he gave in or not, he had to do something.
“Candace, you are a lovely young lady, but this is insane. I have a wife whom I love very much. You can give me the pizza and I’ll pay you, but then you have to leave.”
Candace dropped the pouty look, a serious expression taking its place.
“Oh, come on, Mike. Don’t act like you don’t fantasize about seeing me naked every time we meet. I see the way you undress me with your eyes.” She put the pizzas down on his work table and took a step towards him. “I know you want to tear my sexy little body apart. Don’t you?” Her hand moved under the hem of her shirt, and she slowly started lifting it up, exposing her belly. “Don’t you want to suck on my pretty tits? I’ll let you do anything you want. I want you to take out all of your sexual frustrations on me, right now. You know I’ve been teasing you, right? Wearing those shorts you like? Come on, make me pay, Mike.”
“I will do no such thing, young lady. This conversation is over.” Mike crossed his arms over his chest and put on what he hoped was a determined expression, although his cock had started hardening, which he had to admit happened nearly every time he talked to her. “I want my pizza, and then you leave.”
“Fine,” muttered Candace, rolling her beautiful eyes and then turning back towards the table. “Fine.”
There was one screwdriver still on the table that Mike had forgotten to put away. Her hand brushed against the screwdriver as she reached for the pizza stack, and it clattered to the floor. She raised her eyebrows, glanced at Mike, and then started turning so her back was facing him. Mike’s gaze immediately fixated on her bare buttcheeks.
*My god, what a great fucking ass*, he thought.
Candace looked over her shoulder at Mike with her butt pointing at him, and he saw her giving him a huge smile. She moved her feet until they were a little further than shoulder width apart, her toes pointing inwards slightly.
“Whoopsies,” she said, and bent over.
Mike gaped at her exposed asshole and dripping pussy as Candace pointed her rear into the air, her knees touching as she picked up the screwdriver. She had the most magnificent asshole and pussy he had ever seen. She straightened up halfway before she dropped the screwdriver again.
“Jeez, I’m such a klutz,” she said, looking at him with narrowed eyes and a simpering expression.
She bent over again, and Mike was greeted with the sight of her crotch once more. It looked delicious, more delicious than any pizza she could bring him.
Candace made sure to sensually lick her lips as she straightened up again, and when she looked back at Mike, she saw something twitch in his pants. She looked up at his face, and she knew that he knew she had seen it.
*Of course*, she thought, *he’s a butt guy*.
“Oh, Mike,” she said slowly, keeping her back arched and her ass pointed at him, “is something wrong? Something bothering you?”
She gave her hips a quick wiggle and saw something in his eyes snap.
He strode forward and she squealed with delight as he grabbed her and threw her down on the work table. She rested her elbows on the table, bending at the waist again and pointing her hindquarters at him, and then she turned to give him a wide smile of victory as he fumbled with his pants.
“I fucking knew it, I knew you wanted me, I knew you wanted to tear me apart, you want this little booty, don’t you, you can’t resist my fucking ass, you fucking *perv*-”
Mike managed to open his pants and out flopped a thick veiny cock, which quickly hardened as Candace watched, twitching as it grew even bigger. He closed in, spitting a huge gob of saliva onto his hand and then rubbing his hand over his shaft. Candace’s mouth dropped open. Finally, the emptiness she felt in her crotch would be remedied, the lust burning in her pussy would be quenched. She couldn’t wait.
“Look at that cock, you’ve been keeping that from me? You know, you could have bent me over and taken me at any time, any time I delivered pizza to you, and I wouldn’t have stopped you, not with a cock like that, my god, it’s so *thick*… I can’t believe you didn’tAAAAHHHHH!”
Candace had to cover her mouth with her hand to stifle her cry of pain and ecstacy, because Mike had just positioned himself behind her round tush and thrust his aching meaty cock directly into her asshole.
*to be continued*
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