Sentient Menorah Candle Bisexual Hanukkah Orgy - (Classic Tingler Revisited)

happy hanukkah buckaroos and welcome to this edition of CLASSIC TINGLER REVISITED. i realized when trotting this one out today that i think we have done every other hanukkah tingler and this is the final one of the bunch (although i am sure there will be more in the future. tinglers seem to be in never ending supply.) this was a story idea that i had for a long time but old chuck always had trouble planning for it as hanukkah moves around and it is generally a very busy time of the year. the second i thought 'oh i should do my candle orgy idea' i would check the calendar and find that hanukkah was early that year and i was too busy with other things.

anyway i am glad this story has entered the world and joined the surprisingly well formed canon of hanukkah group pound erotica or films. you really cant throw out lore about EIGHT of something and not expect folks to get excited, especially when the rest of the story involves a never ending supply of oil (lube). anyway it is an honor to trot into this genre

alright buckaroos here we go please enjoy SENTIENT MENORAH CANDLE BISEXUAL HANUKKAH ORGY

This winter season Levi is looking for answers. He’s let tradition fall by the wayside, losing touch with old pals and forgetting the Hanukkah holiday. Fortunately, Levi’s friend has just the solution, suggesting that Levi create new traditions he enjoys instead of simply letting the old ones die.

With this in mind, Levi decides to attend a hardcore bisexual orgy with eight sentient Hanukkah candles. He’s excited for the encounter, but when Levi arrives disaster strikes: there’s only enough lube for one sexual encounter, not eight!

Of course, there’s something magical in the air, and this festival of lights is full of surprises. Could this little bit of oil really last for the entire orgy? Only one way to find out.

This erotic tale is 4,000 words of sizzling bisexual human on handsome Hanukkah candle action.

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SENTIENT MENORAH CANDLE BISEXUAL HANUKKAH ORGY

By Chuck Tingle

After all this time, it’s good to see my friend Tim. We grew up together, but after he moved to the other side of town and took on a grueling new job, it seems like the two of us have started to drift apart.

Recently, however, the holiday season has got me yearning to maintain my connections with the people who matter. As we get older, we tend to stop putting in time for those who’ve been there from the beginning, slowly turning friends into acquaintances and then, sadly, into strangers.

As the weather grows cold and the world seems to close in around us, it’s important to keep these fires burning. Admittedly, this is something I haven’t been very good at in the past, but it’s never too late to start.

“Hey buddy,” I offer, standing up to greet my old friend with a warm hug. Tim looks happy and healthy, a sight for sore eyes.

“Hey Levi” he replies.

“I already got you a hot chocolate milk,” I inform him, motioning at a cup across from mine that sits waiting on the table next to us.

“Oh, thank you!” my friend replies, pulling out a chair and taking his seat.

The two of us start off with a little small talk, sitting here with our warm chocolate milks as the café patrons around us come and go. We’ve got a great view of the nearby city street, where holiday shoppers hustle back and forth through the cold, bundled up tight as they gather their gifts for the season.

“This is really nice,” Tim eventually states, following it up with a question of blunt curiosity. “So... why now?”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

Tim laughs. “I mean, back in school we used to be inseparable, but I don’t think you’ve called me to just hang out and shoot the shit in... well... over five years now.”

“Honestly?” I start, not sure if I should go too deep with my answer here, but tempted to lay it all out for my old friend. We used to talk about everything, after all, tell every secret and discuss every ridiculous topic that bubbled up within our young minds. Hashing it out was one of our favorite pastimes.

“Hit me with it,” Levi continues.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about tradition,” I offer, not quite sure where to start. “We fall into these patterns, and even though they can sometimes be bad for us, most of the time we repeat them because we enjoy the comfort. Remember how every Friday we’d ride bikes to the lake and just talk about stuff for hours? That was such an important part of my life, but when you moved across town that tradition died.”

“Yeah, those were good times,” Levi admits.

“I guess I’ve realized that, instead of letting the good things just stop, I’d like to put in a little more effort so they can change,” I explain. “Just because

you’re on the other side of town now and those Friday meetings were inconvenient, doesn’t mean we couldn’t start hanging out once a month. I don’t have a bike anymore, but that doesn’t stop me from calling you up to share a warm chocolate milk on a cold day.”

Levi smiles, finally understanding what I’m trying to get at here. He lifts his cup and the two of us knock ours together, toasting. “To keeping the good things alive, but making them your own.”

The two of us take long swigs from our respective beverages, basking in this moment of rekindled friendship.

“Speaking of tradition, what’s your Hanukkah week looking like?” Levi questions.

His questions takes me off guard. “Oh,” I blurt. “I had a nice dinner three days ago, but that’s about it. Honestly, now that I’m older I kinda forget that it’s more than one night. Remember getting eight days of presents?”

Levi laughs. “Hell yes I do.”

I consider this a moment, confronted with yet another realization of just how much things have changed over time. While more folks celebrate Christmas than Hanukkah, the fact that my people’s celebration goes on for eight whole days has always evened the score a bit. Now that I’m older and have allowed these traditions to fall by the wayside, I basically look at the multiple days of Hanukkah as a perk for scheduling one simple dinner.

I keep the hanukiah out, but I’ll be dammed if I actually remember to light the thing.

“So... you’re not doing anything?” Levi finally continues.

I shake my head. “This is exactly what I’m saying. Instead of adapting over time, I just let the tradition die. I used to love this time of year but, honestly, I don’t really care that much anymore.”

“Sounds like it’s time to take your own advice,” my friend counters. “There’s no right or wrong way to celebrate, it’s about recognizing the season and the story in your own way. Just because you’re not getting a gift every day doesn’t mean you can’t start your own adult traditions.”

He’s absolutely right, I just can’t think of where to start. “Well, what are you doing this week?” I question.

Levi smiles, a strange expression suddenly crossing his face. Something mischievous lurks just below the surface, a secret knowledge that he’s not sure what to do with.

“Have you ever heard of Club Ervah?” he finally continues. I shake my head. “What is it?”

Levi leans in close, lowering his voice a bit. “The hottest sentient menorah candles I’ve ever seen. It’s invite only, but if you’re lucky enough for them to pick you then you’ll have the best Hanukkah of your life.”

“Wait, is it a sex club?” I continue, still a little confused.

Levi reaches in his wallet and pulls out a simple white card with black lettering, pushing it across the table toward me. There’s nothing more than a Club Ervah logo on the front and an email address on the back.

“Send a photo and a paragraph about yourself,” Levi explains. “If they decide you’re a true mensch then you’ll get a reply. If you’re looking for a new tradition then a bisexual sentient candle orgy is definitely it.”

“I mean... I appreciate it,” I stammer, “this just doesn’t really feel like Hanukkah.”

Levi shrugs. “Not yet. It’s the season for miracles, though. Maybe you’ll change your mind when you get there.”

I start to reply but before I get a chance my friend is standing up and collecting his things. “This was really fun, Tim,” he offers. “I’ve gotta run to work, but I really liked catching up with you. Let’s do it again.”

Soon enough Levi is gone and I’m left sitting at my table alone, staring down at this strange card within my hands. I flip it over a few times, wondering if I’m about to stumble into some elaborate practical joke, then pull out my phone and start typing away.

I select a few photos of myself and go over my introductory paragraph multiple times before finally hitting send. Once I finish I feel a sense of sweet relief wash over me. Even if this amounts to nothing, you can’t say I didn’t at least try to shake things up this year.

No more than five minutes pass before my phone suddenly buzzes, humming across the café table before me. The number is unknown.

“Hello?” I offer, picking up quickly.

“Chag sameach,” comes a sultry feminine voice from the other end of the line. “This is Michelle, the shammash here at Club Ervah.”

“Oh, hi!” I blurt. “That was quick.”

“Well, I just got your email and I’ve gotta say, you’re gorgeous,” Michelle explains. “Our guest slots are typically booked up for these eight days well in advance, but we just had a cancelation tonight.”

“Tonight?” I repeat back, shocked at how quickly this is all happening.

“That’s right,” Michelle tells me. “If you can be at the club by seven then we’d love to have you. If not, there’s always next year.”

The speed of which these events unfold is a lot to take in, but I realize in this moment I’ve been given something rare, an opportunity to really step up and create a new holiday tradition for myself.

“I’ll be there,” I offer.

As I pull up to the address, I can’t help thinking for a second time that this is just Levi pulling my leg. I don’t come to this part of town often because there’s very little around these parts other than large factories and industrial warehouses. The alley before me has no signs or markings for Club Ervah, and is rather dimly lit, featuring nothing more than a single flickering lamppost that hangs overhead and cascades faintly across the sidewalk below.

Still, I’ve driven all this way. No reason to turn back now.

I climb out of my car and begin to make my way down the alley, double and triple checking this is the right address before containing on my way. There is, in fact, a small painted marking of the numbers just barely visible on the side of the inner brick wall.

Deeper and deeper I continue, my heart slamming hard within my chest now. Eventually, this narrow path comes to an end, a flat wall standing before me with a single iron door placed directly at the center. I reach up and knock loudly.

Seconds later, a small, eye-level slat pops open with a loud clang.
“Hey there,” comes a familiar voice from within. “What’s the password?” “Baruch atah Adonai, Eloheinu Melech ha'olam, asher kid'shanu b'mitzvotav

v'tsivanu l'hadlik ner shel Hanukkah,” I offer, rattling through the blessing as a second nature.

There’s another clang as the door slowly begins to open. There, standing before me, is an absolutely breathtaking sentient candle, tall and only slightly melted at the top. She grins and then opens her arms wide, offering me a loving hug that I accept graciously.

“I’m Michelle. It’s so nice to meet you, Tim,” she offers. “I won’t be having sex in tonight’s orgy, but I will be facilitating the event.”

“Thanks for having me,” I continue. “I’ve never really done anything like this before.”

“You’re in for a treat then,” she continues, waving me inside.

Soon enough, the two of us are walking down a long hallway that’s absolutely covered in smaller flickering candles. The walls are lined with a deep blue velvet, giving the whole scene a strange, but cozy, atmosphere.

“I know this is the festival of lights, but are you ever worried about starting a fire?” I question.

Michelle laughs, stopping for a moment and then reaching out to pick up one of the small tea lights in her hand. She passes it over to me. “They’re electronic,” she informs me. “The only real candles in here are me and the eight others. We like

to create an comfy setting here, but we’re very safe. Which reminds me, how are you doing?”

“Good,” I reply. “Excited.”
“Happy to be here?” she continues. “Thrilled for the evening?” “Very,” I offer confidently.
Michelle smiles and nods, then continues onward.
Eventually, the two of us leave this hallway and push out into a large

chamber. The walls here are also lined with the same blue velvet, this fabric draped across the furniture and hanging down from the ceiling above. There are even more flickering tea lights in this room than the last one, placed across the tables and stacked on the walls.

The most eye-catching part of this chamber, however, is the enormous hanukiah that stands at the dead center. There are eight candles, four men and four women, and each one is held in its rightful place.

“Hey there!” the group calls down to me, waving excitedly.
“Hi!” I call back up.
I’m utterly blown away by just how attractive each and every one of these

sentient Hanukkah candles are, my eyes dancing from one to the next as a powerful surge of arousal pulses through my body. It’s not as if the events rolling out this evening are any surprise to me, but it’s only now that I begin to realize this is actually happening.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on.

Michelle steps forward to address the room. “I’ve received tests from everyone so that we can play safe,” she announces. “It’s currently the fourth night, so I’ll start by lighting half the candles with my own flame. Please be careful not to burn anyone else once the fun begins.”

The other candles climb down from their perch, meeting Michelle and I face to face. Michelle immediately gets to work, igniting four of them with the light that flickers on the top of her head.

Once this is finished, Michelle walks over to a nearby table. “While lube isn’t necessary on some layers of The Tingleverse, it is absolutely imperative in others, especially if you plan on having sex for a long time. It’s recommended that our guest make several trips to the lube station over the course of the evening. Of course, we always have enough lube for an eight-candle orgy.”

As Michelle says this she picks up the bottle of oil, gazing through this semi- translucent container. Suddenly, she stops in her tracks, her breath catching in her throat.

“Oh my god,” the shammash candle stammers. “I’m so sorry. I had such a busy day with that cancelation earlier, I completely forget to buy more lube. This isn’t nearly enough.”

I wave of gasps and sighs erupts across the room, myself included in the sonic wave of disappointment.

“How much is there?” one of the candles shouts out from the back.

Michelle peers even deeper into the container, giving it her best analysis. “I’d say there’s only enough for one good fuck.”

I shake my head, realizing now that my valiant attempt at a new Hanukkah tradition just isn’t in the cards this evening. Maybe next year.

“Could we buy some?” another candle interjects.

“I’m sorry, but the sex shop is already closed,” Michelle continues. “Without enough lube, we’ll have to call it a night.”

The second my new friend says this, a strange sensation washes through the room, a powerful, invisible force that causes the tea lights to flicker and fade, despite these little items being fake. Moments later they return to their natural brightness.

It appears the rest of the gang feels this as well, exchanging glances with one another.

“What the hell was that?” someone questions.

Suddenly, it all makes sense. “A Hanukkah miracle,” I blurt. “We can do this.”

“But there’s not enough lube,” Michelle counters. “There’s only enough lube for one.”

“On most nights this might be true,” I offer in return, “but not during Hanukkah. I know in my heart’s butt that all eight of us will be just fine.”

The candles suddenly understand what I’m saying, raising their eyebrows and nodding along to this classic story of the season.

“If we run out, then we’ll stop,” I continue, “but for now we should have faith and see what happens.”

Finally, Michelle breaks out into a grin of acceptance. “Very well. Let’s begin.”

The next thing I know, all the candles start to make out with one another passionately, springing into fits of overwhelming lust. Two of them quickly turn their attention to me, sauntering over seductively.

“I’m Emily,” the first one offers.
“And I’m Grant,” says the other.
The next thing I know these beautiful candles are on either side of me,

passionately kissing me as their hands begin to make their way across my body. I’m aching with desire as they touch and caress my frame, exploring my topography and stripping away the clothing excitedly. The more exposed I become, the harder my cock grows, and soon enough I find myself standing achingly erect before them.

My clothing lies in various piles of fabric as the living candles continue to tease and touch me. Grant is standing to my front, the handsome wax form rubbing his hands across my chest and stomach but hesitating before he crosses below my waistline. He’s enjoying the power of this moment, holding here while I press my hips against him.

“Please,” I beg, the word falling limply from my mouth.

Emily is behind me, kissing along my neck and then playfully biting at my ear.

“Is our guest ready?” the familiar voice of Michelle suddenly interjects.

I glance over to see the gorgeous shammash standing next to us, taking on her role as facilitator. Behind her, the rest of the candles appear to be working on a similar timeline, locked in the heat of passion in various gatherings around the room.

“I am,” I gush.
“Beg for it,” she continues.
“I need your touch,” I groan loudly.
Michelle smiles, waiting just a little bit longer, then finally nods in approval. The next thing I know Grant is reaching down and wrapping his fingers

tightly around my cock, causing a startled gasp to escape my lips as he gets to work slowly pumping his tight fist up and down across my length.

Meanwhile, Emily reaches around from behind and cradles my balls, only adding to the glorious sensation as the both of them tickle and tease. These distinct sources of pleasure immediately cause me to tremble and quake, my body not quite sure what to do with all this sensation.

Of course, this is only the beginning.

Soon enough, Grant is dropping down to his knees before me, the handsome candle staring up into my eyes and offering me a playful wink. The next thing I know he’s opening wide and taking my swollen rod between his lips, bobbing his head up and down across my shaft in a series of graceful movements. He starts slowly and then gradually picks up speed, finding a nice pace against the pump of my hips.

Emily comes around from behind me and climbs down into position next to the other candle. The two of them notice each other briefly, offering a few playfully kisses and then getting to work sucking me off in unison. They run their waxy tongues up and down either side of my rod, then eventually start to pass my dick back and forth between them.

After a good while of this, Emily decides to take her oral acrobatics to the next level, pushing her face farther and farther onto my shaft and simply refusing to pull back. The sentient Hanukkah candle somehow relaxes her gag reflex enough to take me into her absolute depths, my cock slipping all the way down and

coming to rest at the back of her throat. Her face is pressed up against my abs now, held in position with a stunning deep throat.

We remain like this until a new, muscular candle arrives behind me, wrapping his arms around my body and displaying his strength. At the same time, Emily pops my dick out of her mouth and passes me off to this new lover, gasping for air as she releases my rod from her depths.

I turn around and face this handsome new candle, kissing him passionately. The living object takes charge of the situation, pushing me back until I suddenly collapse onto a large velvet couch. He slowly drops down to the ground before me, gentling licking the head of my shaft and using his waxy hands to play with my balls.

It’s a pleasant experience, especially with such a gorgeous candle, but I soon realize he’s only warming me up. Moments later, another one of the sticks saunters over to me, swaying her hips from side to side as she goes.

“Alice,” she introduces herself.

The candle swings her legs over the top of me, then reaches back and takes control of my cock from the handsome lover behind her. Alice lowers herself down onto my rod, causing a long sigh of pleasure to escape my lips as I enter her slick pussy.

The sentient candle begins to grind her hips, pumping along in a series of deep, passionate movements. With every swing of her body the sounds falling from her lips grow louder and louder, eventually forming words.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” the sentient Hanukkah candle begins to repeat over and over again, a blissed out erotic mantra. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”

I’m right there with her, enjoying the sensation of her incredible body. Deep within the pit of my stomach I can sense the first trembles of a powerful orgasm starting to emerge, a mighty warmth that flows through my veins and spills out down my arms and legs. I don’t see how things could get any better, but the second I think this I notice Grant climbing down into position below me.

At first I assume his plan is to slide into Alice’s ass, double penetrating the candle while I take her from the front, but it appears this handsome lover has an even more acrobatic idea. Grant takes my legs in his hands, spreading them out and lifting them up while Alice continues to ride me.

“Oh my god,” I stammer, gazing at the candle who’s manipulating my body. “Do it! Fuck me just like that!”

Once I’m in position, the candle aligns his enormous wax cock with the tight seal of my puckered back door. I can feel his dick teasing against my anal rim, absolutely slathered in lube and ready to penetrate my body.

It’s only now that I remember the issues raised at the beginning of our encounter, the threat of limited lube that hung high above us like an oppressive

weight. I glance over at the lube station, fully expecting this to make up the last few drops.

I gasp when I see that the lube appears to be just as full as before, nothing gone to waste. It seems impossible, but the truth is right there before my very eyes.

Slowly I glance around the room, watching as the other candles slam into each other’s asses with cock covered in slippery, wonderful lube. It’s a Hanukkah miracle. The oil that was only expected to last for one sexual partner has been able to satisfy all eight.

I don’t have long to dwell, however. Suddenly, Grant is sliding deep within me, his enormous rod stretching my ass to its absolute limits. Meanwhile, Alice continues to ride my cock, bucking hard against me from above while Grant holds my legs back and hammers away at my ass.

These two distinct methods of stimulation begin to swirl together, creating a potent cocktail of pleasure that is so much more than the sum of its parts. I can feel the erotic tension building up from deep within me once again, flooding my system with a soothing warmth.

Eventually, the three of us fall into perfect sync with one another, three gears working in harmony toward the same carnal goal. Our voices grow louder and louder in a choir of moans, joining with the other candles from around the room.

“Harder!” screams Michelle, her voice carrying out over the rest of the sentient objects. “Harder!”

I glance over to see the shammash walking back and forth, egging us on with a fire in her eyes.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Grant suddenly cries, pushing deep into my asshole and unleashing a torrent of his waxy spunk.

I can feel the living candle’s seed spilling into me as a hot, milky payload, filling my ass to the brim and then eventually squirting out from the tightly packed edges when there’s no room left. I don’t have much capacity to focus, however, as Alice continues to ride me furiously. Moments later she’s erupting with an orgasm of her own, throwing her head back and letting out a frantic, unbridled scream.

I can feel the candle’s pussy clenching tight around me as she cums, the beautiful wax cylinder convulsing wildly. This is enough to push me over the edge with her, and soon enough I’m cumming hard within.

Due to Michelle’s spectacular direction, it appears that the whole room of candles has gotten their rocks off at about the same time. She’s a master of her shammash craft, like the conductor of some erotic orchestra; a confucktor.

“That was amazing,” I gush once everyone settles back down and the cock is slowly removed from my ass. “Thank you so much for having me.”

The candles all begin to applaud.

“You were the perfect guest,” Michelle offers in return, “and to think it almost didn’t happen.”

As she says this, our group glances over at the lube station to see that the oil has finally run out. A strange wave of invisible energy washes through the room once again, causing the lights to flicker and the hair on the back of my neck to stand on end.

“It’s a Hanukkah miracle,” one of the candles offers with deep reverence.

“And a great new tradition,” I continue, feeling ever so thankful for the season.