Spooky Sentient Candy Corn Lesbian Butt Buffett - (Classic Tingler Revisited)

today marks release of audiobook named of SCARY STORIES TO TINGLE YOUR LESBIAN BUTT and that means for patreon buds i will select tingler from this collection to talk on and post. classic tingler we are revisiting is SPOOKY SENTIENT LESBIAN CANDY CORN BUTT BUFFETT

as halloween draws close i could talk on all kinds of spooky ways or ghosts or dang mike mikers hiding in the bushes just waiting to pop out and hand you a knife for carvin pumpkins in a joyful way, but instead i am going to talk about FEAR OF LEARNING TOO MUCH because right now this is something old chuck is dealing with.

chuck is vegetarian way that means i only eat dirt or rocks or sticks but no animals. at this point this trot is pretty easy for chuck there are plenty of things i like that arent made of some pigs brain or whatever the heck is in a juicy steak, but there are also plenty of things you dont consider that can SNEAK UP ON YA. did you know there is gelatin (made of bones and tendins) in frosted flakes and many candies? chuck cant heckin eat that. and this includes CANDY CORN.

some buckaroos probably thinkin ‘what the heck who cares? candy corn is sick and gross bud’ but i will admit i do enjoy this holiday treat. AT LEAST I DID. these days my knowledge makes it so that i gotta stop eating these things and i am sure in the future i will learn more about other foods i enjoy.

kinda tempting sometimes to day ‘i dont wanna learn anymore bud its too scary’ but heres the thing: LOVE IS REAL and thats at the core of every mystery in the universe. we can learn scary facts along the way, and this will open another question and another and sometimes these roads can be bumpy but they all lead the same place: love is most powerful thing in the universe and this is a power we all have at our command.

so yes chuck is unnerved by ingredients of candy corn way, might be EASIER if i did not know this, but now that i do i can use this information to PROVE LOVE IS REAL just a little more to myself and make informed choices about my way.

the UNKNOWN can be scary, but seems like GETTING TO KNOW THE UNKNOWN is a pretty good solution. in general, things are a lot let scary well you pull them out of the darkness anyway.

Sarah and her wife Alice love Halloween and all things spooky, but their friends are not quite as excited about this upcoming season. 

After a series of canceled plans, the lesbian couple are feeling frustrated, but when they meet their new neighbors they immediately find the perfect double date in the form of these beautiful sentient candy corns.

Now the four of them are visiting a real life haunted house, and quickly discovering the tension between this group of ladies is more than just fear… it’s aching lust.

This erotic tale is 4,100 words of sizzling human on lesbian candy action and hardcore sentient food love.

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SPOOKY SENTIENT CANDY CORN LESBIAN BUTT BUFFETT

By Chuck Tingle

My wife and I love all things spooky and frightening, horror movie junkies and avid Halloween planners to the core. When the leaves start turning there’s no question our relationship gets a slight jolt of excitement, the two of us furiously searching for all of the haunted houses and pumpkin carving contests we hope to attend over the season. It’s a tradition that’s been around since we first met, and this particular time of year never fails to bathe me in a hearty helping of nostalgia.

Today, however, things are a little different. At first, I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but as time rolls onward I’ve found myself more and more disappointed with the lack of enthusiasm from those around us.

“Mary and Jeff just canceled our trip to the pumpkin museum,” my wife informs me, strolling into our living room and flopping down in a chair. “I just got off the phone with them.”

I let out a long sigh, shaking my head. I’m bummed about this news, but not at all surprised. Unfortunately, this is just the way that things have been going this year. Alice and me are excited as ever to make plans and organize these seasonal events, but now our closest friends are dropping off like flies. It feels as though we’ve gone through our entire friend group, and now the two of us have ended up without any company at all.

“I’m sorry, Sarah,” my wife offers, a caring weight in her tone. “I know you wanted this to be a big thing.”

Like I said before, I’m disappointed, but it’s not that bad. Alice is all I need, obviously, and the fact we can still head out to the pumpkin museum together is a very exciting prospect regardless.

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” I reply, waving away her concern. “It may not be a double date anymore, but it’s still a date,” I offer with a laugh.

Just then, the doorbell rings. It’s late enough in the evening that my wife and I immediately glance to one another with confusion and concern, not quite sure what to make of this mysterious caller.

“Was someone coming over?” I question.

My wife shakes her head.

I glance toward the window to make sure I’m not completely misreading this situation. I can’t see the front door from here, but I can certainly confirm that night has fallen. This is a strange hour for visitors.

I stand up and creep toward the front door, trying not to over react but maintaining a strange feeling about all this that I just can’t shake. My wife follows slowly behind, just as curious as I am.

When I reach the door, I peer out through a small side window to see two unfamiliar faces. Fortunately, they look very friendly, and when we make eye contact they wave with excitement.

“Who is it?” my wife whispers from behind.

“It’s two pieces of sentient candy corn,” I inform her, then pull open the door with a welcoming smile.

“Hey there!” one of the seasonal sweets offers. “I’m Yorla and this is Green. We’re you’re new neighbors!”

“Oh!” I blurt in surprise, glancing over their shoulder to see the ‘for sale’ sign that’s been posted for months in the yard over there has disappeared, and a moving van sits proudly in the house’s driveway. “Welcome!”

“It’s so nice to meet you!” my wife offers, stepping forward and extending her hand. “I’m Alice and this is Sarah.”

The living candy corns exchange glances with one another, a variety of different emotions flooding across their faces as they struggle to have a silent conversation without seeming awkward. They fail, of course, but I’m still not exactly sure what it is they’re trying to communicate.

Finally, Yorla turns her attention back toward me. “I’m sorry, it’s just really exciting to learn that we live next door to another queer couple,” she blurts. “I’m not sure if that’s awkward to say.”
 “It’s fine!” I reply, then immediately seize the moment of a potentially blossoming friendship. “Come in for a minute!”

“Oh, we don’t want to impose,” Yorla counters.

“Please!” my wife chimes in. “We insist!”

The sentient pieces of candy can’t help but break out into wide smiles, finally accepting our offer and floating inside. They immediately start to gush about how beautiful our home is, doing everything a kind neighbor should do. I offer to fix them a glass of chocolate milk, which they accept whole heartedly, and soon enough the four of us are sitting in the living room as we get to know one another.

“I’m not complaining at all,” I finally say, trying my best to let these sweet candy corns know I’m not upset, “but it’s pretty late in the evening for introductions!”

“Oh yeah, sorry about that,” Green pipes up. “It was my idea. We weren’t planning on coming over. It’s just, we love the fall season, so we decided to take a night stroll. We were headed back home and we saw that your light was on, so we figured we’d stop by.”

“You like the fall season?” I repeat back to her, my heart skipping a beat. “Seems like that’s a hard thing to find these days.”

“How do you mean?” Green questions.

“Well,” I begin, trying my best not to break out in a full on rant. “Our friends have been canceling plans this year. We normally do all the haunted houses and pumpkin carving contests and scary movie nights, but this year we’re having trouble finding anyone who wants to come along.”

“Well, sign us the hell up!” Yorla blurts.

“Really?” I gush. “You two are into that?”

They nod in unison. “I mean, in case you didn’t notice, we’re literal pieces of candy corn,” Yorla reminds me. “Of course we’re into it. In fact, what are you doing tomorrow night?”

“We didn’t have any plans,” I reply.

“We’ve got tickets for a haunted house tour if you’d like to come,” Yorla continues.

My eyes go wide as I glance over at my wife. “That sounds so fun.”

“We’re in,” Alice replies.

Our guests eventually finish their chocolate milks and float up to leave, hugging us warmly as though we’ve all been friends for years. There’s an immediate chemistry.

Once Yorla and Green finally head out and we close the door behind them, I can tell that my wife has something to say.

“What is it?” I ask.

Alice can’t help but smile, a little embarrassed as she sways from side to side right there in the entryway. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me close, kissing me on the lips with a rush of erotic passion. I can tell that something has gotten her revved up tonight, but I’m not exactly sure what it is.

I have a pretty good idea, though.

“What do you think of our new neighbors?” Alice finally questions directly, pulling away just far enough to look me in the eye.

“They were great,” I reply. “I’ve excited for tomorrow.”

Alice just stares at my blankly. She’s accepting my response, but I can tell there’s something more she wants to say, something lurking just below the surface.

“What?” I ask bluntly.

“They were pretty hot, right?” she finally blurts.

Alice and I are not a jealous couple, allowing one another the freedom to move about through the world and experience things on our own, while still having each other’s backs. It’s a philosophy that’s worked out well for us in the long run, head over heels in love with one another and no sign of slowing down, but that’s not without some effort. Communication is key in a relationship like this, and it’s important that Alice and I are both open about our feelings, however confusing they may be.

Fortunately, it sounds like both of us are on exactly the same page.

“Yeah,” I admit. “Crazy hot.”

The two of us stand quietly now, struggling to put into words what the other is clearly thinking.

“What if something happened there,” I finally offer, breaking through the silence.

Sarah laughs. “Like what?” she questions mischievously.

I realize now that she’s going to make me say it.

“What if we had a fourway?” I finally blurt.

“Do you think it’s possible?” Alice continues.

I shrug. “I’m not talking about what’s possible,” I inform her. “I’m just asking the question aloud.”

“I think I’d be into that,” my wife coos seductively. “You?”

“Yeah,” I reply. “I think so.”

We kiss deeply on the lips, passion flowing through us. This hot and heavy moment is exactly the kind of thing that could propel us into a fit of feverish lovemaking, and on any other night it might, but for some reason we hold back. It’s hard to put my finger on why, exactly, and neither of us mention it out loud, but there’s a clear amount of restraint.

Maybe we don’t want the tension to go away just yet. Maybe we want this moment to continue building and building until it reaches a breaking point.

Maybe we want to wait and see what happens tomorrow night.

As I sit in the back seat of Yorla and Green’s car, I reach over and quietly take my wife’s hand in mine. It’s amazing how much life can change in the matter of twenty four hours, one second flooded with disappointment and the next finding yourself in the middle of a blossoming friendship.

“We love these haunted house walkthroughs,” I offer to the sentient candy up front. “There are so many clever sets and decorations at the one we usually go to. It’s not very scary, but it’s a fun time.”

The sentient foods up front exchange glances for a moment, then Yorla catches my gaze in the rearview mirror.

“You know this isn’t that kind of haunted house, right?” she questions.

“What do you mean?” I offer in return. “What kind is it?”

“This isn’t a fake haunted house that you walk through so people can jump out and scare you,” she explains. “This is a real life haunted house. We’re taking a self-guided tour.”

My heart skips a beat as she says this.

“Oh,” I blurt. “I didn’t realize.”

“Is that okay?” Yorla continues.

I nod. “Even better.”

The next thing I know, we’re pulling up the driveway of an old decrepit manor, the dark building staring down at us with empty eyes and a groaning maw of a front door. We park and climb out, gazing up at the eerie structure.

“So how does this work?” I ask.

“We get the keys for one night,” Yorla replies. “We can stay as long as we want, but nobody has ever lasted the whole evening.”

We creep up onto the front porch, glancing around at every shadowy corner as Yorla unlocks the door. I have to admit, I didn’t expect to be this frightened, but in the spirit of the season, I’m fully on board.

The door creeks open slowly, revealing a large, cobweb covered foyer. The group of us steps inside cautiously, taking it all in as Yorla turns on her flashlight.

“Long ago this place was home to a wealthy widow, Mrs. Helena,” our new guide begins. “In her youth, she was a socialite, but after the death of her husband she stopped seeing visitors. Eventually, nobody was allowed into the Helena Manor, and rumors began to swirl about her death. It was twenty years until someone finally came in here to make sure everything was okay, and by then the place was empty. Nobody knows what happened to Mrs. Helena, whether she fled to some other town and didn’t tell anyone, or whether she died at home and is still resting in the walls or under the floors.”

Suddenly, there’s a loud creak from upstairs. The four of us freeze in place, not quite sure what to make of this unexpected noise.

“What the fuck was that,” I finally blurt under my breath.

“The ghost of Mrs. Helena,” Green jokes.

Her levity puts me a bit at ease, but the question still remains unanswered. This creek was much more than just a house settling, and if it’s not a ghost, then what is it?

The group slowly begins to make our way up a large central staircase, our eyes scanning the room for any more signs of a phantom widow. Instead, all I notice are cobwebs and dust, which are also quite frightening in their own way.

We reach the upper landing and suddenly jump as a loud thump echoes out through the mansion. It emanates from a room down the hall, the same general direction that the creaking door had sounded just moments earlier.

We begin to make our way closer still, on high alert as we take slow and careful footsteps toward the source of these mysterious noises. The sounds are even louder now, and through the corner of a cracked door I can see movement within. Someone, or something, is about to greet us as we push through.

The gang hesitates for one last second, no idea what to expect, then finally Yorla shoves the door open.

There, sitting before us, is a tiny raccoon, the creature stopping abruptly and staring up at the brilliant flashlight that shines in its eyes. Me, Yorla, Alice, and Green all scream in unison, and seconds later the raccoon screams back. The next thing I know, the small furry animal is rushing towards us with a frantic squeal.

We immediately clear a path, and soon enough the creature is scampering off into the darkness, rushing past us through the doorframe in search of a new hiding spot.

The next thing I know, we’re all laughing histerically.

“That was terrifying,” I blurt, my heart still racing from the encounter.

“Tell me about it,” one of the candy corns chimes in.

We settle into this room for a moment, collecting ourselves. Here, the moonlight shines bright through a large window, illuminating the scene without the help of any flashlight. It appears this was once a bedroom, the enormous bedframe still sitting in the corner and covered in luxurious fabrics. There’s a huge, beautifully patterned rug in the middle of the floor and a couch nearby.

“No ghost, but still scary,” my wife finally offers, then turns her attention to the sentient lesbian candy corns. “Can I ask you a question?” she begins.

“Sure,” Green replies.

“This is gonna sound weird but… does getting scared like that and then finding out everything is gonna be okay make your horny?”

I nearly choke on my own breath as she says this, struggling not to react. It seems a little forward, but after our conversation last night, I can appreciate what she’s trying to do here. Fortunately, it looks like the living candies are on the same page.

“Actually, yes,” Yorla offers in return. “Why?”

“Just curious,” Alice continues, sauntering toward them.

Soon enough, all four of us have gotten exceptionally close to one another, the tension hanging above us and filling the air with an erotic weight. Nobody is quite ready to make the first move, be we all know what we want.

Finally, I just can’t take it anymore.

The next thing I know, I’m kissing Green passionately on the lips, the sugary sweet candy corn immediately flooding me with a glorious seasonal flavor. The two of us begin to explore each other’s bodies with our hands, appreciating the beautiful topography of our new lovers. We’re so caught up in this moment that I barely notice my wife and Yorla have started doing the same, locked in their own passionate embrace.

The two groups separate for a bit, making out under the moonlight until finally joining back together once again. The next thing I know, I’m surrounded by hands and lips, completely overwhelmed as all four of us learn each other’s bodies. We pass from one person to the next, intertwined in the moonlight until I reconnect with another sentient candy corn.

This time I’m face to face with Yorla, aching for more as she breathlessly tears away my clothing. The living candy strips me down, tossing the fabric that covers my body to the side in a haphazard pile.

Slowly, I begin to move lower and lower across the glorious form of this delicious treat, kissing across her neck and breasts and then gradually making my way onto her stomach. I drop to my knees, gazing up at her with eyes that overflow with aching lust, then finally dive in hungrily. I begin to lap away at her pussy, watching as the sentient candy corn lets out a long, satisfied groan. She leans her head back, reeling from the pleasure as I continue to work her.

I glance over and see my wife and her new lover doing exactly the same thing, the two of them laying out on the bed as Green gets to work eating out Alice.

Meanwhile, Yorla reaches down a places her hand against the back of my head, pulling me tighter against her body. I’m belligerent with lust, rapidly pulsing my tongue across her clit with wild enthusiasm. I can feel her hips pumping back against me as I work her, the two of us falling into a rhythm together. She’s trembling and quaking now, the first hints of orgasm bubbling up within her and spilling out across the rest of her body.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” the candy corn repeats over and over again, the words falling out of her mouth in a frantic mantra that grows louder and louder with every round. Eventually, she’s crying out at the top of her lungs, completely lost in the moment as her voice carries through the haunted house. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”

Immediately, I slip two fingers deep inside her. I continue to work the sentient confectionery with my tongue as I pump these digits in and out of her pussy, providing two distinct sources of pleasure as I flood her body with sensation.

This is enough to finally push her over the edge. Suddenly, the sentient candy corn throws her head back and lets out shriek, a powerful orgasm ripping through her body. She buckles forward, nearly dropping to her knees but somehow staying upright as the pleasure spills out down her arms and legs. The climax continues on and on for what seems like forever, but eventually the sensations pass and Yorla staggers back a bit, struggling to collect herself.

“That was amazing,” the living candy corn gushes.

I’m crazed with lust now, aching for even more depravity from this crew of living candy and my beautiful wife.

“You taste so good,” I offer in return.

Yorla raises an eyebrow playfully. “You think that tastes good, you should try my ass.”

Don’t tempt me with a good time, I think to myself.

“Get up on the bed,” I command.

The sentient candy corn is pleased with my enthusiasm, floating over to the bed and climbing onto it seductively. She’s on her hands and knees, popping her gorgeous ass out toward me and wiggling her rump from side to side with playful enthusiasm. She reaches back and gives herself a quick slap, then pulls apart her cheeks a bit.

My wife and Green, who have been going at it on the bed as well, stop what they’re doing. They turn their attention to Yorla and me, watching the scene unfold.

I stroll up to the beautiful living candy corn and, without a moment’s hesitation, dive into her butthole with my tongue. I begin to eat her ass, reaching between her legs and rubbing her clit as I lap away.

I’m so lost in my belligerent butt eating that I don’t even notice when two other fantastic rumps position themselves on either side of me. When I come up for air, I find that a whole smorgasbord of butthole has presented itself at the edge of the bed, an spectacular anal buffet.

“Whoa,” I blurt. “Lucky me.”
 I move on from Yorba to Green, picking up right where I left off and eating her ass with confident enthusiasm. She’s just as tasty as the candy corn that came before her, if not more so, and I have no problem falling into the exact same rhythm with my tongue. Immediately, our bodies lock into sync with one another and my tastebuds are flooded with a pleasant sugary flavor.

Finally, it’s time for me to move on to my wife’s wonderful ass. While she’s not made of sugar, I’m excited for the chance to give her a taste, and as my tongue dives into her butthole I find myself overwhelmed by utter euphoria. I’m completely lost in the moment, blown away by the wonderful tang of her puckered butt. I reach up and begin to play with Alice’s clit, creating a perfect polyrhythm between my mouth and hand. It’s not long before her body is trembling and quaking hard, the familiar cue that a powerful orgasm is lurking just around the corner.

“Keep eating my ass!” my wife blurts, “You’re gonna make me cum!”
 Before Alice can finish this final sentence her cries are muffled as one of the candy corns positions in front of her, pushing her pussy against my wife’s lips and creating a chain of pleasure.

My wife is now licking the sentient candy with just as much enthusiasm as I eat her ass, but that doesn’t stop the orgasm from erupting across her body.

“Oh my fucking god!” my wife screams, her voice still muffled as her body shakes wildly. I continue to rub her clit and eat her butt, until finally Alice collapses onto the bed in a state of utter exhaustion, fucked silly. The candy corn that she’s eating out has a climax of her own, and soon enough I realize I’m the only one left who hasn’t cum.

The ladies recognize this as well, and soon enough they’re pulling me up onto the bed with them. I’m lost in a maze of rubbing hands and lapping tongues, my entire body a canvas for them to express their desires. I have no idea who’s providing me with what pleasure, only that it feels incredible and it’s only getting better.

“Yes!” I scream. “Oh my god! Yes!”

I throw my head back as the sensations flood through me, a potent climax that causes every nerve to stand at attention. I feel as though I’m floating high above myself, gazing down in a state of complete erotic bliss. When I finally return to my body, I feel gloriously relaxed, the same sensation you get after a particularly good workout or a session of deep stretches.

The four of us lay here for a while, just enjoying the moment. It quickly becomes apparent that the feeling of this room, and this haunted mansion as a whole, has changed. What was once frightening and mysterious just seems like any other place, the fear that lurked here now conquered by the magic of our rough and rowdy lovemaking.

“That was fun,” I announce. “Wanna head home?”

The other ladies agree, and soon enough we’re pulling back on our clothes and heading for the door. We make our way out into the hall, chatting and laughing, the trepidation completely drained from our moods.

Eventually, we push out through the front door and stroll over to Yorla’s car, the others climbing inside and taking their seats.

I turn back around for one last glance at Helena Manor and suddenly stop, my eyes drawn to the upstairs window. There, gazing out from the very room we’d just been in, is a beautiful, ghostly figure. She stares down at me with huge black eyes and a semi-translucent body, but with a kind smile that immediately sets me at ease.

It’s the ghost of the widow Helena.

“Sarah!” my wife calls out from the backseat, her window rolled down as she yells over to me. “What are you doing? Let’s go!”

I glance over at Alice, then back up to the window. The figure has disappeared.

“Are you okay?” my wife continues. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” I reply, shaking my head. “Just thinking about what a great night this was.”