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Bisexually Banged By My Sentient Full Size Candy Bars On Halloween
🕑 Added 2023-10-27 15:30:35 +0000 UTC
Nick loves Halloween, but this season he’s finding himself disconnected from all the spooky fanfare. Now that he’s in his mid-thirties, he’s feeling nostalgic for all the past fun and games, specifically all those nights spent running around in the dark, filling a bag with candy.
When Nick hears about an adult trick or treating neighborhood, his curiosity it piqued, but when he arrives Nick quickly realizes this isn’t quite what he expected. This isn’t just adult trick or treating, it’s erotic trick or treating.
As the night wears on, however, Nick begins to realize just how attractive these sentient bisexual candy bars really are… and he’s ready to see how full he can get.
This erotic tale is 4,200 words of sizzling bisexual human on bisexual candy bar threesome action.
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BISEXUALLY BANGED BY MY SENTIENT FULL SIZE CANDY BARS ON HALLOWEEN
By Chuck Tingle
The feeling that washes over me as I scan these spooky neighborhood decorations is odd. Of course, I love Halloween, and seeing all of the skeletons and ghouls propped up over plastic gravestones is something to behold. The orange leaves overhead are nothing short of breathtaking, and I certainly don’t take them for granted. This is my favorite season, after all.
But cozy nostalgia for my favorite time of year isn’t the only emotion that’s wrapped its hands around my heart. Sure, all this autumnal celebration brings a smile to my face, but I don’t feel like a participant. It’s like I’m watching a movie about the slow approach of Halloween, not actually a character in the midst of the action.
“This year feels weird,” I announce bluntly, the summary of these emotional complexities tumbling out in four simple words.
My friend, Keith, glances over at me, chuckling to himself. He considers what I’m saying for a moment, raising a warm cinnamon and vanilla tea to his lips and taking a long pull as he gathers his thoughts.
“Seems like fall to me,” is all he can offer in return. “I’m sorry, buddy, but right now I am in it.”
His response perfectly reasonable. There are few things that scream autumn more than a crisp neighborhood walk with your friend, leaves crunching under your feet and scarves wrapped around your necks. We both clutch tight to our preferred seasonal drinks, tea for him and a warm chocolate milk for myself.
I don’t blame Keith for feeling like this season is already in full effect, sweeping him away in all of its pumpkin-spiced glory.
I continue pushing, though, struggling to explain myself. “I don’t know,” I start. “There’s only a few days left until Halloween but I don’t feel like I’ve done anything to celebrate.”
“We carved pumpkins two weeks ago,” Keith reminds me. “That was great.”
He’s absolutely correct, our little jack-o-lantern making gathering was a wonderful treat. Friends joined in my living room for an evening of stories and cider, slicing monstrous faces into gourds and then popping in a flickering candle before gather them up for a group photograph. It was a blast.
“Yeah, that was fun,” I admit, unable to hide the disappointed ache behind my tone.
I can sense my friend’s sideways glance, Keith clearly unconvinced by my words. He takes another long sip from his drink.
We pass by a house that’s been particularly done up, their walkway absolutely covered in spooky delights. There are cobwebs everywhere, and a giant animatronic wolfman with glowing red eyes springs to life as we cross his internal motion sensor, turning his head from side to side and snapping his plastic jaws.
If I was much younger and creeping my way up the walk on Halloween night, then this canine monster would’ve scared the hell out of me.
A thought suddenly dawns on me, the answer I’ve been looking for now leaping from the shadows of my subconscious mind like some Halloween vampire and biting my brain into clarity.
“I think I know what’s missing,” I blurt, stopping in my tracks. “Trick or treating.”
Keith laughs, then nods. “Yeah, it was pretty fun.”
I can still picture getting home with a pillowcase full of sugary treats slung over my shoulder, the way I’d dump them out on the carpet and then immediately get to work organizing my candy haul.
“It’s been like, twenty years,” I continue. “Those nights were awesome. I mean, I love being older now and handing out candy—that’s its own special thing—but just once I’d like to go back to prowl the night looking for chocolate bars.”
“Why don’t you check out that adult trick or treating neighborhood,” Keith suggests.
I furrow my brow, not entirely sure if he’s fucking with me.
“Adult trick or treating neighborhood?” I repeat back. “That’s not a real thing.”
“It is here in Billings,” Keith explains. “Out on the edge of town.”
“Have you ever done it?” I ask.
My friend shakes his head. “I’m adventurous, but that stuff is a little too much for me.”
His response strikes me as odd, but I don’t press it. Keith and me have had plenty of adventures before, and it doesn’t seem like throwing on an outfit and walking around in search of candy is that big of a deal. Some folks might find this quest for nostalgia a bit silly, but it’s nothing to scoff at.
Still, his choices are his own. I,on the other hand, am already thinking about my costume.
Rolling up to the gate I’m greeted by a large wooden sign that’s draped over the iron fence with a haphazard care. Its canted angle is already giving off the Halloween vibes. Red paint is splattered across this panel, but instead of a spooky warning it features a very distinct and specific message: Adults only.
I pull my car through this opening and slowly make my way down the dark, fog-covered lane, a low mist drifting across the road as large gnarled trees reach out from either side. I’d been listening to some fun Halloween tunes to get in the mood, but at this point I reach out and turn my stereo off, appreciating the outside quiet.
Crickets chirp and small rocks crunch under the tires of my car. An owl hoots in the distance. The wind softly rustles leaves in the canopy above.
This area isn’t just deep forest, however. It’s not long before it opens up into a single suburban lane, a long block of homes with large front yards and huge gaping windows that overlook the street below. Their porchlights are on, ready for visitors, and despite the ample distance between each domicile, this actually looks like a pretty good street to trick or treat on.
I pull over to the curb and park, turning off the car and grabbing my empty sack that will, hopefully, be overflowing with candy very soon. I climb out and straighten up my costume, making sure everything is hanging from my body in exactly the right way. I’ve decided to go as a medieval warrior, clad in my knightly armor and ready for action.
The costume, of course, is much more intricate than anything I could’ve managed when I was younger, good enough to shoot on the set of some Hollywood movie. I spent a lot of time getting this whole thing together, and I can only hope the folks who are so generously passing out candy will be impressed by what’ve I’ve come up with.
I start making my way up the sidewalk, strolling towards the first house when I spot a figure staggering through the darkness. There’s something odd about their gait, a distinctly exhaustedswagger to their movements that instantly recalls some kind of B-movie zombie flick.
My body freezes, joints locking into place as a surge of panic erupts through my frame. I haven’t felt afraid like this in a long, long time. This is not my usual daily fear—grappling with the existential dread of participating in a society under late-capitalism, or navigating a blind date gone bad—but actual terror over a monster in the dark. It’s certainly not a pleasant feeling, as fear rarely is, but I have to admit there’s something kind of refreshing about this jolt of adrenaline.
The figure doesn’t slow down, and by now it’s much too late for me to dive into the bushes. If this is a brain-eating undead creature from beyond the grave then I’m certainly prepared to fight it out, but that potential quickly falls away as my guest emerges from the darkness and reveals himself to be nothing more than a… normal guy.
“Oh, hey,” he says in greeting, his voice notably laid back and relaxed. “Happy Halloween.”
“You been trick or treating?” I ask.
The man stops before me, a mischievous grin plastered across his face. “Lots of treats this year, that’s for sure.”
It’s only now that I notice he’s not carrying a bag.
“Where’s your candy?” I ask.
The man’s smile falters, apparently confused by my perfectly reasonable question. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replies, then pats me on the shoulder. “Good luck out there, though.”
With that, the man staggers past me, making his way off into the night.
I turn and watch him go, struggling to piece together the story of this bizarre visitor.
“Hey!” I call out, stopping him in his tracks. “Any full size bars?”
He glances back and laughs. “Huge bars,” he informs me, then continues on his way.
There’s plenty of folks looking to fuck with strangers on this particular evening, but something about his mannerisms seemed utterly genuine. Whatever that was, he certainly wasn’t trying to mess with me.
I turn and continue strolling down the sidewalk a little farther, eventually reaching the first house. This building is particularly well decorated, with an assortment of plastic witches placed around a cauldron of bubbling dry ice.
When I arrive at the front door and give three solid raps.
Moments later, the door opens to reveal an enormous, full size candy bar wrapped in vibrant gold packaging. She’s wearing a pirate outfit.
I’m immediately taken off guard by just how delicious she looks, a sharp pang of nervous tension erupting through my body. I stand here awkward and dumbstruck, struggling to find my words as she stares curiously back at me.
“Hi,” I blurt, desperate to fill the empty space.
“Don’t you have something important to say?” she prods.
I consider this, then shake my head. “I don’t… I don’t think so,” I stammer.
The sentient candy bar seems disappointed. “Oh, alright then,” she replies, moving to close the door as I realize my mistake.
“Wait!” I cry out. “Trick or treat!”
The living food smiles, opening wide again. “I’m so glad you said something,” she replies. “I’ll take a treat.”
Unfortunately, this only causes our conversation to fall apart for a second time. Aren’t I the one who’s supposed to be getting something?
Why the hell is everyone acting so damn weird around here?
“I’m sorry,” I faulter. “I don’t have any treats, I’m just starting out.”
The candy bar reaches up and tugs on the top of her wrapper, opening the package just enough to expose some of the sugary chocolate within. “Are you sure about that?” she coos.
I nod. “I literally don’t have any treats,” I repeat. “I don’t know what to tell you.”
Her expression is even more devastated than before, but there’s nothing I can do.
I turn and wave goodbye to the sentient food, strolling back down to the sidewalk and continuing on my way. Already, my feelings are mixed when it comes to adult trick or treating. There have certainly been some interesting encounters tonight, and on Halloween that’s rarely a bad thing, but it feels like these people aren’t really tuned into the way this process is supposed to work.
The next house features a long, winding front walk that twists and turns through the yard, an assortment of coffins propped up to greet me at every switchback. It’s a great little display, immediately giving me hope that whoever waits at the end of this path has some basic understanding of Halloween.
I finally reach the front door and give it three solid knocks. Moments later, the door swings open to reveal yet another full size candy bar, this one wrapped in a pink package and sporting a playful red devil costume.
“Trick or treat!” I shout, remembering my line this time.
The candy bar grins, then nods. “What kind of treat are you looking for?”
I consider this. “I mean, some kind of chocolate is a classic, but I’m totally game for fruit snacks or a sour gummy or whatever you’ve got. I’m not picky.”
Again, my reaction seems to prompt a jolt of awkwardness from the living object who greeted me. “I… do you actually want candy?” he asks.
Now it’s my turn to be confused. “What else would I want?”
The chocolate bar hesitates. “You know this is an adult trick or treating neighborhood, right?”
I laugh. “Well yeah, I’m in my thirties. I just wanted a little nostalgia.”
“No, I mean adult trick or treating,” he repeats, putting his emphasis on one particular word.
“Exactly,” I reply, still not getting it.
“Adult,” he says. “Like an adult bookstore, or an adult movie. Like erotic. Sexual.”
My eyes go wide, nearly tumbling over backwards as the realization hits me in the face. This whole evening has been abruptly recontextualized, and my mind is now reeling as it struggles to keep up with the present.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” is all I can think to say. “I didn’t realize.”
“Don’t be sorry,” the candy bar quickly interjects. “I’m glad you’re here.”
An erotic spark immediately crackles to life within me. Just because the tone of this evening is much different than I’d prepared for, that doesn’t mean there’s a problem.
In fact, now that I’m gazing upon this handsome sentient candy bar, I realize I’ve stumbled upon something much more exciting.
“Would you like to come in?” the living chocolate asks seductively.
I absolutely would, but before I cross the threshold I hesitate. “Yes, but… I have a question.”
“What’s that?” he replies patiently.
“I’m used to gathering up all kinds of candy for Halloween,” I explain. “I haven’t really gotten a chance to walk around the neighborhood yet. If I stay here then the night is over.”
The bar seems a little confused, then suddenly nods in confirmation when he realizes what I’m saying. I’ve only got so much sexual energy to spend, especially once the “little death” arrives.
“Well, how many candy bars do you want?” he questions.
I consider this. “Honestly, I’m not greedy. Maybe just two.”
The living object smiles, then steps out onto his front porch. He floats over to the edge and then calls out to the house next door. “Hey Cassie! You wanna come over for some fun?”
The candy bar from the previous house comes floating out onto her porch, putting her hand over her eyes for a better view as she gazes across the yard at us.
“Hi!” I call, offering a wave. “I’m sorry if I seemed rude earlier, I didn’t realize what this was.”
“And now that you do?” she yells back.
I choose my words carefully, finally landing on the only appropriate option I can think of. “Trick or treat?”
Even from over here I can see the living candy bar’s smile. She immediately starts floating across the yard towards us.
While we’re waiting, the other snack finally introduces himself. “I’m Rowen,” he says, extending a hand.
I give him a firm shake. “Nick,” I state. “Happy Halloween.”
Seconds later the other full size bar arrives behind us, floating from the darkness and offering a mischievously direct greeting. “Treat,” she says.
The next thing I know we’re kissing passionately, our lips meeting as the living snack pushes her chocolate bar body against me. I stagger backwards a bit, and soon enough all three of us are making our way into the house.
We immediately erupt in a flurry of curious hands and lips, the chocolate bars getting to work as they strip away my clothing and toss it to the side. One by one each article disappears, exposing my skin to the cool night air.
Our triad has somehow found ourselves in a spooky old living room, this space decorated to the nines with seasonal flair. Massive candelabras are placed everywhere, illuminating the scene with cascades of flickering orange candlelight.
Cassie is directly in front of me, and I don’t hesitate to explore her body in turn. I start at her neck and shoulders, my hands wandering down her packaged form until reaching her breasts. I massage them graciously, then drift even lower across her form.
“I’m gonna get a little more comfortable,” the sentient candy bar announces.
I pull back and watch as she tears her plastic covering just a little by more, making room to slide the whole thing down and allowing her chocolate bar body to emerge in all of its sugary glory. Now free from her wrapper we return to our passionate kisses, our wandering hands picking up right where they left off.
I tease Cassie at the waistline for a moment, tempting her with the prospect of something more and then finally having mercy as my fingers slip down across her waiting clit.
Cassie lets out a long satisfied groan as I touch her, pushing her body even harder against mine. She reaches down in turn, sliding her hand across my form. When the candy bar’s hand wraps around my cock I let out a satisfied gasp, reeling at the sensation of her touch.
The two of us begin to rock against one another like this, the feelings blooming between us. It’s hard to imagine anything better, but suddenly Rowen makes his presence known, stepping into position behind me and embracing me with his strong arms. I’m now sandwiched between my candy bar lovers, two sets of hands exploring my body from either side. Rowen reaches around and takes over for Cassie, stroking me off with his strong grip.
This maneuver allows the previous snack some space to work, and she uses it accordingly. Cassie begins to lower herself down, kissing her way across my stomach and chest until, eventually, the candy bar is kneeling before me. My cock juts out towards her, held in position by Rowen’s firm grip.
Cassie doesn’t hesitate, opening wide and taking my rod between her lips. She moves at the speed of Rowen’s handjob, molding her pace to his as the two of them work me in unison. The sensation is quite unique, gaining speed with every pump.
Eventually, however, there’s no more room to escalate. At this point Cassie pulls back and Rowen releases his grip. The handsome candy bar behind me moves around to the front, dropping to his knees to create a pair of full size snacks gazing up at me with hungry eyes.
The two of them don’t hesitate, passing my cock back and forth a bit as they playfully kiss my rod and lick it from side to side. Eventually, however, Rowen takes control by opening wide and swallowing my member all the way down his throat. I can feel my dick press momentarily against the limits of the candy bar’s gag reflex, hesitating slightly then somehow driving even deeper.
Soon enough, the sentient snack is pressed up against me, my rod fully consumed in a stunning deep throat maneuver. I place my hands against the back of his sugary head, holding him like this for as long as the candy bar can manage. Eventually, Rowen pulls back for a huge gulp of air, an erotic fire in his eyes.
He’s been doing a wonderful job, but now it’s my turn to offer up a treat.
“Fuck me,” I command.
I climb down onto the floor, popping my bare ass out as I position myself for entry. The candy bar immediately begins to strip away his packaging, exposing his delicious form as he floats into alignment behind me. Rowen gives my ass a playful slap, then pushes the head of his rod against my anal seal, testing the limits.
“Do it!” I cry. “Fill me up!”
The candy bar hesitates no longer, thrusting into me with a deep, powerful swoop. A startled gasp escapes my throat as I accept his girth, the living snack’s massive candy cock stretching me to the absolute limit. I brace myself on the floor below, struggling to accept his rod.
“Full size is right,” I groan. “Oh fuck.”
Fortunately, Rowen can read the signs of my body and reacts accordingly. The sentient candy bar takes his time with me, rocking his hips ever so slowly and allowing the discomfort a moment to melt away. Soon enough, the only feeling left at the pit of my stomach is an aching warmth.
Not to be left out, Cassie climbs down onto the floor with me. She kisses me deeply and then slides into position, slipping her long candy bar body onto the floor before me. She lays back, exposing her wet pussy.
“Want a taste?” she candy bar coos.
I don’t need to be asked twice, immediately diving in and lapping away at her pussy while Rowen continues slamming me from behind. I start slowly, taking my time with a series of graceful movements of my tongue. Eventually, however, I start to build my speed, taking note of the way her body reacts and adjusting to match.
The question of taste is answered quickly, and I’m blown away by her incredible sweetness. This candy bar is utterly delicious, packed full of not just chocolate, but peanuts and caramel, too.
Meanwhile Rowen continues hammering away at my ass. The two of us have fallen into a confident rhythm, the rhythmic slaps of our lovemaking echoing through the night air. With ever slam off his cock I can feel the simmering pressure within me blossom, spilling out across my body in a wonderful ache. The sensation has quickly become overwhelming, a glorious hum that causes my muscles to clench and release as they brace for the impact of a powerful orgasm.
I reach down between my legs and start beating myself off, working my cock in time with Rowen’s thrusts. These two distinct sources of pleasure begin to work in tandem, bouncing off one another to create something wholly unique. All the while, I continue to eat out Cassie, and with my other hand I slip two fingers deep into her pussy.
I’m so lost in the moment that I don’t even notice how much the tension within me has built to a breaking point. Suddenly, the looming climax comes crashing down, sweeping me away in its powerful embrace.
“Oh my fucking God,” I cry out, pulling my face away from Cassie but still working her with my hand. “I’m cumming!”
Hot white jizz erupts from the head of my shaft as the orgasmic sensation surges within, painting the floor below me in beautiful streaks of pearly spunk.
As the cum blasts forth in a series of milky payloads, Cassie erupts with an orgasm of her own. The candy bar throws her head back and lets out a frantic, unbridled scream, completely losing herself in the moment as my tongue and fingers finish the job. I don’t let up for a second, carrying her through the entirety of her climax as her body quakes violently.
“That’s so fucking good!” the candy bar shrieks, reaching down and pushing my head even harder against her.
This carnal display is enough to push Rowen over the edge, clearly liking what he sees. In a perfectly timed eruption, the living snack plunges deep into my butt and blasts me full of his seed, heaving and groaning as he graciously fills my ass. There’s so much cum that it squirts from the edges of my tightly packed butt.
When the three of us finally finish we collapse into a heap, utterly exacted.
We lay here for a while, gazing up at the ceiling above as we bask in the afterglow of our glorious Halloween fuckfest.
“That was incredible,” I gush, pulling the candy bars a little closer. “What a perfect way to spend this holiday.”
“Agreed,” Cassie chimes in.
“Full size bars really do know how to satisfy,” I state, prompting my companions to erupt in a fit of laughter.
Suddenly, the doorbell rings.
The three of us stop, abruptly remembering that the night has just begin.
“Trick or treat,” calls a voice from behind the door, a brand new adult trick or treater.
I’d started this encounter expecting a single climax for the night, knowing my body well enough to plan on heading home after one good Hallow’s Eve orgasm. Suddenly, however, I’ve found myself rock hard at the prospect of someone new joining the mix.
Could this be a little Halloween magic at work?
“Let’s see who it is,” I suggest.
I can’t remember the last time I was ready for round two this quickly, but I suppose I’m not all that surprised. Strange and mysterious things are bound to happen on Halloween, and you’re never too old to enjoy that.
