Double Penetration

“All my friends were doing it,” I said to myself. They would come into school bragging about how they sucked all of the white broth from its brown master. Some of my friends had even tried the experimental substance in public. They said they moaned while everyone witnessed their, in my opinion, despicable actions. This made me question their character and morals. How could swallowing the white liquids oozing from the brown diameter bring them instant gratification?

I repeatedly asked myself this question for weeks, and after much deliberation I decided to partake in the craze that seemed to be plaguing the world like a virus.

I do not know if it was the mounting peer pressure I endured or the fear of facing an eternal disconnection from my closest friends but I do believe that the experience would educate me on the many answers I had and allow my wisdom to grow exponentially.

Although I was scared after deciding to join the festivities that everyone surrounding me delved into on the daily basis-allowing  the influence seize my virginity-I manage to muster the courage to “go all the way”.

I stared intently at the intimidating brown  cylinder-initially suppose to be small but I felt empowered and courageous that day so I sized it up-that encompassed the white succulent sweet sterile liquids. As time progressed and I saw people holding theirs in hands, I began to feel frightened. “Was I ready?” I asked myself. “Was I ready to embrace the new sensation?” “Could I fit God’s creation in my mouth, then have to lick the sides?” And the most important question, “Was I ready to swallow the white juices that came in the middle?” I was ill-prepared and had no previous experience but I stopped asking myself questions and decided to pursue this endeavor anyway.

I gazed at the the big brown cylinder, as it beckoned. With my fears dismissed, my nervous state dissipated and a new found confidence broiling within me, I was prepared to endure the long wait to get a chance to throttle my own brown cylinder.

I just wanted to take my ill-experienced hands and shove the big, long, thick, round, “volumetric curve”-as my mother called it-in my moisted, wide, embracing mouth.

It was my turn and I stared at the the person who regulated the distribution of such cones. The price was fairly low at the time - $3.29 to be exact. I asked the lady for “the thing,” to embarrassed to use the actual words in public. The sales representative knew exactly what I was talking about and gave my courageous spirit the adventurous and humongous cone I was looking for. It followed me to the back of the shop - because I was too afraid to indulge in such horrid things in public - and I embraced the very thing I shunned  with everything I had.

I did not think it would be so delicious, so internally, and externally, mesmerizing. I was in love! So, with the extra change I had in my pocket and the dollar I found on the ground, I decided took it upon myself to have another. After the second one, I felt more experienced I had a lot more to offer. I moaned and I groaned and everyone stared but I did not care. My tongue licked the long brown commander which held the white treat for me. I was in heaven. Although when I completed the task I felt upset that I could not achieve a third one - due to my lack of funds, I was duly penetrated with amazement and gratification and from that day on I developed a strong addiction to ice cream.