Bisexually Banged By Those Heart Candies With Romantic Messages That Taste Kinda Bad But I Still Can't Stop Eating

It’s Valentine’s Day, and Megan has taken this opportunity to spill her feelings to her friend Alice in a very intimate card. She’s nervous, but fortunately it appears Alice could make the same romantic admission first.

There are two candy hearts held within Alice’s envelope, each one of them featuring a startlingly explicit phrase. But is this a message from Alice, or from the candies themselves? The truth is quickly revealed when these sentient bisexual treats reveal their true desires.

Soon enough, Megan is wrapped up in a hardcore threesome that will help redefine Valentine’s Day, not just as a celebration of long-term romantic love, but as a moment to recognize self-love, polyam love, short term and long term relationships, and everything in between!

This erotic tale is 4,200 words of sizzling bisexual human on living candy heart threesome action.

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BISEXUALLY BANGED BY THOSE HEART CANDIES WITH ROMANTIC MESSAGES THAT TASTE KINDA BAD BUT I STILL CAN’T STOP EATING

By Chuck Tingle

Few feelings are as unique as having a crush, a powerful and potent ache at the pit of your stomach that’s impossible to ignore. It’s a wonderful sensation, of course, but there’s also something terribly lonely about it, like a strange nostalgia for something that’s never occurred. Even now, as I struggle to sort through this haphazard description, my feelings defy any concrete understanding.

Strangely, however, we all know what it feels like.

I’m reeling from these thoughts as I gaze across the bar at Alice, sipping on my chocolate milk in a struggle to remain as casual as possible. I typically have no trouble letting my body stand where it needs to stand, but right now every position feels awkward and stilted. I’m struggling to remember what it was like before this self-awareness, forcing my mind to relax while the very concept of leisure slips through my fingers.

I’m overthinking things, obviously.

In an effort to even myself out, I begin taking note of my surroundings, remembering where I am and why I’m here. I connect to the world in simple, easy to understand ways.

This is the Modern Trot Bar And Grill. Today is Valentine’s Day. I’m here with my co-workers, who are also my friends. I’m staring at Alice.

Suddenly realizing I’m focusing too much on the target of my desires, I instinctually turn away. I look down at the Valentine’s Day card gripped tight in my hand, the terror of handing it over to Alice bubbling up to even greater heights within me.

Valentine’s Day means a lot of things to different people, and it’s common for friends to exchange little cards packed with novelty candy just for the fun of it. This after work social event has been filled with casual exchanges, and I’ve already received plenty of kind notes.

The card in my palm is more than just a friendly salutation, though. This message is an honest revelation of the aching crush that’s been building within me all year, the feelings that I simply can’t contain, no matter how hard I try. Alice has always been a little flirty with me, so the idea these feelings could be reciprocated is certainly on the table, but it’s not about that.

I just need to say my piece, to get these thoughts out and let the chips fall where they may. I hope Alice feels the same way, but if she doesn’t then at least this newfound clarity will help me move on.

Now, all I need to do is get up the courage to deliver my letter.

I close my eyes, focusing all the emotional fortitude I can muster. It’s no big deal, I remind myself, you’re just telling her how you feel.

I open my eyes and turn to make my approach, then abruptly stop when I discover Alice is standing right in front of me.

A startled tangle of words erupts from my throat. “Oh my fuck.”

Alice laughs. “Sorry, Megan. I didn’t mean to scare you,” she blurts.

“I just didn’t see you,” I stammer, struggling to collect myself.

Before I get the chance to say anything more, Alice shoves a flat, rectangular object into my hand. I glance down to find a card, not the one I’d poured my heart into, but a message from Alice that waits mysteriously for me to read.

“Thank you,” I reply, a wave of relief suddenly washing over me.

No longer am I required to put my heart out there, Alice taking the initiative and doing it herself. If she’s been harboring these same feelings of attraction, then now is the time for a big reveal.

I casually hide the letter I’d prepared, opting to open Alice’s instead.

I tear through the seal of this light pink envelope and extract the card within, carefully unfolding the creased edge and revealing what could be the most important message of my life.

Unfortunately, what I find is less than ideal. There’s no personalized wording in here, just a simple printed illustration of a space raptor standing proudly on the surface of planet Zorbus. Below this image is a simple phrase in bold text.

“You’re out of this world,” I read aloud, nodding along as I struggle to hide my disappointment.

I guess that settles it.

“Thank you so much,” I offer with a faint smile.

“That’s not everything!” Alice interjects, pointing toward the envelope and prompting my heart to skip a beat.

I reach inside and discover some of those little heart candies with romantic messages, pulling them out and taking a look at the two sugary morsels in my palm. Again, I’m hit with a bolt of potent shock as I read the messages, abruptly pulled back into a world of erotic potential. These candies are a lot more forward than I’d expected, but I suppose Alice has always been pretty bold.

Pound me, says one of them.

Let’s fuck, reads the next.

“Oh, whoa,” I stammer, glancing up at Alice. “I had no idea you felt this way.”

Alice’s expression immediately falters, awash in a state of utter confusion. “What do you mean?” she counters.

“These are custom candies, right?” I continue. “I mean, there’s no way these come right out of the box.”

Alice leans forward to read the sugary messages in my hand, then gasps in shock. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she blurts. “That must be a misprint or something.”

“Wait, so…” I stammer.

Alice just shakes her head, then starts laughing at the absurdity of it all. “I have no idea how those got in there,” she chuckles.

I nod along, then join her laughter in an effort to diffuse the situation.

“Well, thanks for the candy and the card,” I reply, waving awkwardly as Alice strolls back to her place across the room.

When she’s finally out of earshot I immediately stop laughing, my expression sinking like a stone as I collapse into my chair by the bar. That entire process was exhausting, an emotional roller coaster from start to finish.

I take my half-finished chocolate milk and throw it back, gulping down the rest of this cool beverage in a single, powerful slurp.

“Welp, that was brutal,” I state aloud, wallowing in the moment.

The longer I sit here, however, the more I start to wonder about the strange way all of this unfolded. While the card was certainly a message of friendship, the candies we’re pointedly explicit.

I pull out these two candy hearts, placing them on the table before me and gazing down at the strange messages. Could it really be a misprint? Maybe these profane words are the product of some disgruntled worker at a distant factory, working their way here by some grand cosmic coincidence.

I pick up the little purple treat and gaze directly at it’s bold printed message.

“What do you think?” the candy questions.

“Oh!” I blurt, startled. “I didn’t realize you were alive.”

The candy shrugs, no longer in my hand but sitting in the chair next to me. Next to him is the other sugary treat, hovering peacefully and sporting a warm smile across her face.

“Oh, we’re alive,” the purple candy assures me. “I’m Kombo.”

“And I’m Gressa,” the other living treat offers, introducing herself in turn. “It’s nice to meet you after all this time.”

I furrow my brow. “After all this time?” I question.

The candies nod in unison. “We actually noticed you last year,” Gressa explains. “It was another Valentine’s Day hangout just like this one. We spotted you across the room and wanted to say something, but…”

The heart trails off.

“But we didn’t have the right words,” Kombo chimes in. “My original message was love you forever. Hers was true love.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” I reply. “Sounds nice.”

“Sure, but there’s more to Valentine’s Day than only romantic love,” Kombo counters. “At least, there should be. Why not celebrate aromantic love, or friendship, or raw carnal sex? Love comes in a wide variety.”

I’d never really considered this before, but Kombo is right. As it stands, Valentine’s Day is mostly known as celebration of one-on-one, long-term romantic love that can sometimes make single folks like me feel left out in the cold, and that’s a very narrow definition of what love can be! Self-love is just as important, or love with multiple partners!

“I see what you mean,” I retort, nodding along.

“We wanna bang, but we’re not looking for something super serious, and that’s fine,” explains Gressa, jumping in. “Unfortunately, there’s not a lot of candy hearts with that already carved in, so we had to make some adjustments on our own. It took a while.”

“Looks good though,” I offer, admiring their craftsmanship.

Gradually, however, my eyes drift back across the room to Alice. She’s chatting away with some mutual friends, having the time of her life, and for a brief moment her gaze returns to mine. She offers a warm smile, then motions for me to come join them.

I don’t budge. I’m too nervous about our previous interaction to jump back into that arena just yet, and even if I did, I’m not sure I’d have to confidence to accomplish much. All I have to do is hand over this little paper card in my back pocket, but just the thought of this simple task causes a wave of anxiety to wash over me.

“You like her, huh?” Kombo observes, noticing my stare over his shoulder.

I pull my attention back to the candies before me. “Yeah,” I admit.

“In a long term way? One night stand?” Kombo continues.

“Hopefully long term,” I admit. “I’d settle for a first date and just see how it goes. I mean, she’s really cool.”

“So ask her out,” the candy continues.

It sounds so easy when he puts it like that, but this realization doesn’t alter anything fundamental within me. I’m still utterly terrified to make my approach, especially after our previous mix up. She didn’t outright say she wasn’t interested, but our awkward interaction doesn’t bode well for a future prospect.

Of course, there’s always the possibility these extreme candy messages took her off guard, and in the right circumstances she’d be happy to reveal her true feelings.

“I’m a little nervous,” I reply. “Why would she be interested in a girl like me?”

“Because you’re hot as fuck,” Gressa interjects. “We’re into you, I don’t see why she wouldn’t be.”

I let out a long sigh, struggling to accept these words and synthesize then into the tiniest drop of self-confidence. This is easier said than done, though. For some reason I just don’t see myself as a worthy subject of sexual attraction or romantic love.

“That’s very kind of you,” I admit. “You’re both very attractive yourselves. I wish I could believe Alice see’s the same thing in me, but I feel like she would’ve said it already.”

“Maybe she’s thinking the same thing about you,” Kombo counters. “Only way to find out is to ask her.”

I stand up from my chair, ready to march over there and hand her my card, but this surge of confidence is short lived. I take a single step, then abruptly spin around and return to my seat.

“I can’t do it,” I stammer.

Gressa places a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “You’ve got this,” she offers encouragingly.

I’m suddenly hit with a startling realization. These candy hearts are some of the most supportive folks I’ve ever met, yet they’re also pining for my sexual attention.

“I thought you wanted to date me,” I blurt. “You’re so helpful, but isn’t this hurting your feelings?”

“We want to bang you,” Gressa offers. “There’s nothing that says you can’t bang us and then have a wonderful romantic future with this coworker of yours. People have got to stop getting so tied up in the idea there’s one right way to have a relationship. Not all partners need to be long term, or monogamous, or absolutely head over heels with each other before the first date even happens.”

I’m nodding along, agreeing with her little diatribe. It’s an important message on a day like today, and right now this sentient candy is making a lot of sense.

“Maybe the three of us could have a little rendezvous to build my confidence first,” I joke. “I’d probably feel like the queen of the world after that.”

Gressa and Kombo exchange glances.

“I mean… I’m kidding,” I continue.

“Are you?” Gressa questions.

I consider this a moment, quickly realizing that I’m absolutely not joking. I’d love to hook up with these two gorgeous candy hearts.

“Actually, that sounds really nice,” I finally admit, my voice trembling with anticipation.

I glance around the bar, searching for a place that might offer some privacy.

“Wanna go somewhere a little quieter?” Kombo offers.

I nod.

“How about our box?” he suggests, motioning toward the corner of the room.

I hadn’t noticed it until now, but a large candy box sits inconspicuously nearby. It’s large enough that all three of us could fit inside without much trouble.

“Sure,” I reply.

Soon enough my candy companions and I are crossing the bar, making our way toward an erotic encounter unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I’m trembling with anticipation, excited for whatever comes next.

We reach the box and climb inside, immediately finding ourselves surrounded by a cascade of multicolored candy hearts.

“Whoa!” I blurt, startled by the crowd.

“Oh, they’re not sentient,” Gressa explains. “It’s just us in here.”

The next thing I know, Gressa and I are kissing passionately, our lips locked in a primal expression of pent up lust. The moment is incredible, and I couldn’t be happier, but I have to admit she’s not the greatest tasting candy I’ve ever had.

Still, flavor is not why I’m here, and what she lacks in taste she more than makes up for in carnal enthusiasm.

I begin to kiss my way up and down her body, exploring the topography of her sugary form. I’m blown away by how expertly crafted she is, kissing along her face and down across her plentiful breasts. With one hand, I reach down and slip my finger across her waiting pussy, watching as a startled gasp escapes the lips of this beautiful sentient treat.

I rub her slowly, allowing this slick natural wetness of do most of the work for me. Gressa grinds back against my hand, clearly enjoying herself as we fall into a steady rhythm together. She begins to whimper in my ear, a series of soft moans falling from her lips as the pleasure spills across her sugary frame.

The next thing I know, another presence appears behind me. I let out a satisfied groan of my own as Kombo wraps his arms around my body and envelopes me in his warmth, kissing along my shoulders and neck. The handsome candy heart is a welcome addition, sandwiching me between these two excited lovers and making me the center of attention.

Gradually I begin to slip down between them, dropping to my knees and staring up at the living snacks with a carnal hunger. Sure, these traditional Valentine’s Day treats are not actually that good, but there’s something about them I just can’t pull myself away from. I need more. I need to taste them on the tip of my tongue.

Now on my knees, I gaze up at the gorgeous lovers before me. I start with Gressa, diving in and lapping away at her pussy with breathtaking enthusiasm. I pick up right where my hand left off, keeping the pace and allowing her body to groove accordingly.

Meanwhile, I reach out with my hand and wrap it tight around Kombo’s swollen cock. I stroke him off slowly, taking my time as I work his shaft and dole out as much pleasure as possible. Eventually, I swap positions, turning my oral attention to Kombo.

I open wide and take the living candy’s dick between my lips, pumping my head up and down across his sugary shaft with expert enthusiasm. With every passing second my speed escalates, until eventually I’m slamming my face across his fat rod with everything I’ve got. Faster and faster I go, overwhelmed by carnal hunger.

When escalating my pace is no longer an option, I pull back with a frantic gasp and recenter myself. With a newfound focus I swallow the sentient candy once more, only this time I alter my technique. Instead of bobbing my head I take Kombo all the way into my depths, allowing his rod to slip well past the expected limits of my gag reflex. The living snack’s rod plummets all the way down, filling me completely in a stunning deep throat maneuver.

“Whoa,” Gressa offers with enthusiastic shock. “You sure know what you’re doing with that candy heart dick.”

I remain like this for as long as I possibly can, then finally pull back in a sputtering mess. The erotic ache within me has done nothing but bloom, consuming my senses entirely. I reach up and take Gressa by the hand, pulling her down and picking up where out last wild makeout session left off. The next thing I know we’re rolling through a sea of sugary treats, kissing passionately as our hands explore one another’s bodies.

Gressa slips her fingers between my legs, rubbing my pussy with a delicate touch as my body trembles and heaves. I somehow end up on top of her, gazing down at this gorgeous snack as she works me expertly.

I still need more.

I glance over my shoulder at Kombo, a fire in my eyes. “Are those printed words for real or is it just a silly little design?” I snarl.

“It’s real,” he replies.

“Then get over here and pound me,” I demand.

The sentient candy floats into position behind Gressa and I, aligning his cock with my waiting pussy and then pushing forward with a singular, powerful thrust. I let out a started gasp as he enters me, not entirely prepared for the size of this sugary treat.

Fortunately, Kombo takes his time with my body, holding tight within and then gradually rocking his hips against me. It’s not long before the two of us fall into a pleasant rhythm with one another, our body’s moving in time as the pleasure begins to fill me at the pit of my stomach.

Meanwhile, Gressa keeps working my clit with her fingers, these two sources of pleasure spilling together in a swirling cocktail of erotic pleasure. The sensation is incredible, so much more than the sum of its parts, and it’s not long before it’s spilling across my arms and legs. I can feel the nerves of my body sizzling with anticipation, aching for more stimulation as I’m pushed closer and closer to the edge of an inevitable orgasm.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I gush, whimpering this simple phrase over and over again in a blissed out mantra. With every round my voice grows louder, eventually filling the candy box with my frantic shrieks. I’m sure the rest of the bar can hear us, but I don’t care. I’ve completely submitted to the moment, completely giving in to these potent feelings. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”

Kombo keeps the pace, thrusting in and out of me, but it’s Gressa who really takes things to the next level. Her movements across my clit are perfectly done, knowing just how to touch me as we continue our barrage of passionate kisses.

Gradually, however, Gressa begins to slip upward, repositioning herself so that her waiting pussy sits right before my face. I dive in and lap away with hungry enthusiasm, eating her out as Kombo continues to slam me from behind.

I can sense Gressa’s sugary body growing more and more tense, her frame trembling as the threat of climax looms larger and larger. She’s struggling to contain the pleasure that’s working its way through her, these sensations mightier than her ability to hold them back.

“Oh my god,” Gressa suddenly blurts, red in the face. “I’m gonna fucking cum!”

Right as she says this I slip two fingers deep inside her body, pushing her over the edge and prompting a powerful scream to erupt from her lips. The candy heart cums hard, her entire form clenching and releasing in a spastic wave.

I carry Gressa through her erotica experience from start to finish, working her clit with my tongue until the living treat is fully satisfied.

Eventually, she collapses back against the ground below, but her timing is impeccable.

The next thing I know, I’m erupting with an orgasm of my own. I throw my head back and let out a howl of pleasure as the blissed out feelings pulse through me, ripping across my form in a carnal tidal wave. The warmth overwhelms my body as my stomach muscles clench wildly, lost in the moment.

“I’m so fucking close,” Kombo cries out, still hammering away.

“Blow that fucking sugar load!” I cry, well aware that our candy on human pairing is perfectly safe.

Kombo pushes deep and cums hard, expelling his massive payload of milky spunk. The living candy heart fills me completely, ejecting his seed completely before pulling out in a state of utter exhaustion.

The three of us collapse into a pile, exhausted and fucked silly, but utterly satisfied.

“That was incredible,” I gush. “What a Valentine’s Day treat.”

“Told you there were plenty of ways to celebrate,” Gressa chimes in. “It doesn’t have to only be about long term romantic love between two partners, there’s all kinds of important experiences that go well beyond all that.”

I nod in agreement.

Eventually the three of us collect ourselves and clean up. I pull back on my clothes, trusting Gressa and Kombo when they assure me that I look great.

I certainly feel great, which is the most important part of this whole encounter. I was hoping to find a little more self-confidence, and now this emotion has arrived in spades. I’m excited to approach Alice and tell her how I feel, but I’m also not too invested in her response. If she turns me down, or doesn’t feel the same way in return, that’s just fine.

“You ready?” Kombo questions.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I retort with a smile.

The candy hearts lead me over to the entrance of the box, motioning at the chocolate milk bar beyond.

“Go get her,” Gressa offers. “You’ve got this.”

Finally taking the plunge, I leave our box and return to the warm, noisy din of the surrounding bar. For as loud as I’d thought our sexual encounter was, it appears nobody out here noticed. They’re still chatting away, celebrating Valentine’s Day and socializing excitedly with one another.

I gaze across the room, catching Alice’s gaze and smiling as the two of us lock eyes.

I don’t look away. Instead, I begin my approach, walking confidently across the bar and stepping up to my crush.

“Hey,” I offer. “Thanks for the card earlier, that was really sweet.”

“You’re welcome!” Alice replies.

“I’ve actually got a card for you, too,” I continue. “It’s a little more detailed.”

Alice takes the envelope, smiling.

“Just check it out when you get the chance,” I explain. “You don’t have to open it here.”

There’s a spark in Alice’s eye that tells me she knows exactly what I mean. Instead of waiting, however, she steps aside and carefully opens the letter. She begins to read, slowing working her way down the page.

I give her some space, glancing back at the candy heart box and catching the gaze of Gressa and Kombo. They’re hiding within, peeking out from their place inside the container with looks over excitement. Gressa gives me a thumbs up, and I nod in return.

When I turn back to Alice, I find that she’s finished reading. She’s smiling wide.

“That was really sweet,” my friend offers. “We should talk about it more.”

“Oh!” I blurt, trying to stay cool but struggling to contain my excitement.

“What are you doing this weekend?” Alice continues. “How does a date night sound?”