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From: eXXXcelsior@hushmail.kom (eXXXcelsior)
Subject: {ASSM} The Psychomimetic Experience
Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2001 09:10:02 -0500
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acceptable. The following work is Copyright 2001 by the author.
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The Psychomimetic Experience (mf teen oral drugs)
by eXXXcelsior







I was 16 the first time I dropped acid. A friend of mine was very into
drugs at the time, and for some reason he decided that it would be a
good idea to turn me on to hard psychedelics. I still wonder why he
made that particular decision-perhaps it has something to do with the
fact that I dressed like a flower child (tie-dyes, torn blue jeans,
shoulder-length hair) but had little drug experience beyond the
occasional joint. Whatever his reason, one afternoon Scott accosted me
in the hall between Calculus and English.
"Hey, Josh," he said, surreptitiously checking to see if anyone was
paying attention to our conversation. "I have something for you. Come
with me."
I wasn't the most adventurous type of person my freshman year, but I
had steadily become less adverse to risk and strange situations, so I
more than willingly followed my associate into the boys' room if only
in order to see what he had planned. The one-minute warning bell had
just rung, so the bathroom was emptying out as we entered. Once we
were alone Scott opened his backpack and after digging around for a
moment extracted a small, foil-wrapped package. He pressed it into my
hand saying "LSD. It's time you gave it a try. There's two tabs in
there-try splitting it with Mel tonight. Make sure you drop before
midnight, and try to avoid public areas or you might wig out." With
that he zipped up his bag and left. I quietly called "Thanks," after
him as he reached the door, but his only response was a grin
remarkably similar to that which I would see on Melissa's face later
that night. I slipped the drug into the front pocket of my backpack,
knowing that I would be able to pull it out and dispose of it more
easily should I come should I come under any suspicion. Then, suddenly
realizing that I was late to my Study Hall, I hurried to the
cafeteria.
Study Hall was my second-least favorite class of the day. I only had
one class after Study Hall, and that was Health, a required class that
was universally condemned as a total waste of time, and so I regarded
Study Hall as merely putting off the inevitable hour of abstinence
advocacy, drug war disinformation, and the ignorance of my fellow
students. Fortunately, I shared my Study Hall with Melissa, my
girlfriend at the time. We made it a point to share a table so we
could pass notes. Talking was forbidden lest it disturb those
mythological students who actually did homework during Study Hall, so
notes were the only method of communication we could use. 
I entered the room as the final bell rang, spotted Mel, and hurried to
a seat across from her. The aide shot a dirty look my direction, but
said nothing, as I was generally compliant with her rather draconian
policies. Mel raised one eyebrow at me and I shrugged in response as I
took my seat. Pulling a piece of paper from my Biology notebook I
smiled, then wrote, "Guess what I have?" and passed it to Melissa.
She glanced at my note, wrote her response, and passed it back.
"Jesus' love?" it read, "If so, you should give it back-it's rude to
steal from the dead."
Stifling a snicker, I told her most of the story, omitting my source
and scratching out any incriminating lines in order to prevent anyone
else from knowing what it was we were talking about should they
somehow read our conversation. We arranged for her to tell her parents
that she was staying at a friend's house tonight and then come over
after my parents had fallen asleep. Since both of my parents were
employed at jobs that required rising well before daybreak it was
certain that they would be asleep by 10pm, which would give us plenty
of time. My room was located in the attic of our house, and no one
ever bothered to come upstairs unless I asked them to, as I had made
it perfectly clear over the last few years that I needed a private
space in order to remain civil.
True to form, my parents bade me good night around 9:30 and wandered
off to bed. I sat at the kitchen table reading the latest Scientific
American until I heard the back door open. I rose and greeted Mel with
a hug and a passionate kiss. "So, it's going to be one of those
nights," she smiled. We stole upstairs, exchanging grins with my 15
year-old brother Kerry who lay on the sofa watching cartoons and
nursing a soda. I had been playing a game with him wherein he
occasionally hid a video camera in my room when I had Melissa over,
and I searched until I found it and turned it off. He was the one
member of my family whose company I almost invariably welcomed.
I gave my room a thorough search for the camera I knew might be
secreted therein, but I turned up nothing. Mel had anticipated my mood
and worn a short, black skirt and a tight, white, button-down blouse.
The arousal was mutual, it seemed, as she immediately tugged me down
onto the bed next to her and locked her lips over mine. Our tongues
slid over one another for somewhere between twenty seconds and an
hour. We broke, smiling. I rose and turned down the lights, then put
the CDs in my stereo disc-changer on a random loop. "Close your eyes,"
I intoned, "and stick out your tongue."
"Normally clich s don't work on me, but tonight is an exception," Mel
retorted as she complied. I took the foil-wrapped package from my
mini-fridge and opened it. Then, gently gripping the edges, I drew out
one of the orange tabs and placed it gently on her tongue, then handed
her a bottle of spring water from my mini-fridge. 
"Swallow," I commanded. Mel withdrew her tongue, and her throat
muscles worked as she took a long draught from the bottle. She took
the packet from my hand and drew me down to my knees. I shut my eyes,
and extended my tongue, and soon I was swallowing my own dose as
resolutely as she. We lay back on the mattress and took one another's
hand as we let the music engulf us. Soon the music hit a climax, and
at it receded I looked at Mel, only to find her gazing back at me. I
rolled over and pecked Melissa on the lips. Then I took her right
earlobe into my mouth and sucked gently. I felt her swallow as I moved
up her ear, lightly licking my way to the top ridge of cartilage, then
biting it gently and sweeping my tongue across the rounded tip.
Melissa's neck muscles tensed as she drew a slow, deep breath, then
suddenly she was on top of me, our lips locked and tongues furiously
lashing one another. I sunk my fingers into her shoulder-length, dark
blonde hair and lightly pressed my pelvis to hers. 
Rolling so that we lay on our sides, I ran my left hand up her side,
and cupped her right breast. She inhaled, and I felt her hard nipple
push into my palm. Her breasts were size B, she had told me once, and
so she rarely wore a bra. Despite my culture's obsession with
exceptionally endowed women I considered her perfectly sized, an
opinion I communicated to her with a gentle squeeze. Her hand slid
down my chest and stopped on my lower belly. I felt her fumble with my
belt. I pushed her hand away and rose to my feet, pulling her up with
me. Melissa reached down and unbuckled my belt while I pulled my shirt
up and over my head. I unbuttoned her blouse and drew it off her
shoulders, admiring her breasts as I did so. I leaned down and slid my
tongue across her left aureole just below the nipple, then pulled the
nipple itself into my mouth and ran my tongue over it. I felt her
nipple grow erect in my mouth and heard her suck in her breath in
response to my actions. She pulled my head from her bosom and mashed
her lips to mine, her tongue lashing against my own. Mel had no
trouble unfastening my jeans now that my belt was removed, and I soon
found myself naked, locked in an embrace with my half-naked
girlfriend.
Back in bed, I slowly ran my hand up Mel's leg as I nibbled on her
ear. Reaching that warm junction of the legs I was less than surprised
to discover her unshielded groin. 
"Forget to finish dressing again? I didn't know I was that
distracting," I teased.    
"I gave them to your brother when I came in," Mel grinned, "he offered
to trade me a copy of the tape he's making tonight.
I laughed. "He got the sweeter end of that bargain, honey. I already
looked for his camera, and he's not taping tonight."
Melissa gasped as I slid a finger into her. "For some reason I don't
mind being defrauded. Of course, I'd rather be defiled..."
"Give me time, girl. You and your obsession with instant
gratification."
"There's nothing wrong with knowing what you want and pursuing it."
I signaled my agreement by slipping a second finger into her wetness
and pressing the tip of my thumb against her clitoris. Resting on one
elbow I looked down at Mel's reclining form. Her half-closed lids
obscured dilated pupils and parted lips displayed a glimpse of pink
tongue. As she neared orgasm her muscles tightened and she arched her
back, the perfect mounds of her breasts standing out against the
tapestry on the wall beyond. Mel gripped my upper arm. "I want you in
me. Now."
I've never been the sort to argue with logic like that. I withdrew my
hand and quickly positioned myself between her parted thighs. Placing
the head of my penis at her entrance I slowly pushed forward into her.
Mel wrapped her legs around me in order to get deeper penetration,
then started bucking her hips up at me as she neared her orgasm once
again. Trying to follow her feverish pace, I slipped into the fastest
rhythm I could maintain and dedicated myself to keeping up with the
squirming girl beneath me. Finally Mel hit her climax, and she let the
world know by letting out a long, low moan and digging her short nails
into my sides. The feeling of her vaginal muscles clenching combined
with the pain she inflicted with her fingernails put me over the edge,
and I emptied myself inside her. I continued pumping as I spurted my
semen into Mel, prompting another series of moans.
Mel limply released me long enough for us to separate, then snuggled
up. Her face, lit as it was with her usual post-coital glow, struck me
as one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. We exchanged a
few light kisses and drifted off to sleep by mutual consent. 
Some time later I drifted back into consciousness, acutely aware of
the opening bars of The Thieving Magpie and still gently holding a
sleeping Melissa. At the first crescendo she shifted slightly, then
slowly opened her eyes. Kissing Mel's forehead, I rose and turned off
the overhead light, lit a few candles I had placed around the room,
and then returned to bed. The brilliant smile Mel flashed me as I sat
matched my own. 
"How long did we sleep?"
"Just long enough, I think."
While we lay abed the multiverse had become a gloriously complex and
perfect system. The simple act of breathing took on new implications
and became a joy. I ran my hands through Mel's hair, and she likewise
examined mine. We became two simians grooming one another, lost in the
primeval significance of our symbiotic impulses. The pounding final
measures of the song drew us back to the present and we released one
another's tresses. For a long while we didn't move. Presently I became
aware that I was erect and Mel was softly stroking my penis with her
left hand while her right dipped between her legs and massaged her own
genitalia. I reached under her arm and brushed her hand away, taking
its place at her clitoris. We established a slow, smooth rhythm, her
hand meeting the base of my shaft as my own fingers reached the depth
of their shallow penetration. I looked up from Melissa's groin and met
her eyes. The standard color classifications have always seemed overly
simple with respect to eyes, in my opinion, but the depth and
complexity of Melissa's light blue eyes had never been so pronounced.
I stared into her pupils, unable to fathom the structure of her irises
and unwilling to so divert my attention from the tasks at hand. 
Although neither of us was nearing climax, Mel released me and took
hold of my right wrist. Drawing my hand to her lips she engulfed first
one finger, then the next in her mouth, eagerly licking her juices
from my digits. Before I realized that I intended to mount her Mel
noticed my muscles tensing. "Wait, not yet," she breathed, then kissed
me full on the lips. I tasted her for a moment then she was gone,
having moved down to lick and suckle my nipples. I sucked in a quick
breath and my abs tensed as Mel's tongue danced over my aureole then
firmly flicked my erect nipple. After thirty seconds or an hour of
such treatment (I have no idea which) she continued to work her way
down my body. Nestling my erection into her cleavage, she pressed her
breasts together thereby creating a warm, if dry, tunnel. I gently
rocked my hips as she rose and fell with me. Releasing me from her
bosom Mel took my penis in her right hand and stroked it more
vigorously than before and lightly kissed the engorged glans, then
lowered her head and took one of my testicles into her mouth. 
I reclined, resting on my elbows as Mel continued. The candles'
flickering light combined with the fabulously carnal pleasure I was
experiencing from below to produce a strange sort of willful
paralysis. Mel moved up and licked the head of my penis, then gently
probed my urethra. My hips, uncontrollably, rolled forward and Mel
responded by taking me into the wet warmth of her mouth. Rapt, I
watched my shaft slide between her lips as she rhythmically sucked me,
causing her breasts, partially obscured by her hair, to sway slightly.
I reclined still further and closed my eyes. While I watched the
patterns being projected on the inside of my eyelids by some insurgent
portion of my visual system, Mel's fellating ceased to bear any
resemblance to the standard oral-sex experience. A white, dripping
pleasure permeated my groin like a slow explosion, and I rose to some
new plane of sensation, gamboling in a hedonic mecca of wet flesh and
flashing nerves.
I jerked once, twice, then erupted apocalyptically into Mel's heavenly
purgatorial mouth. My orgasm continued, and burning muscles complained
with such pain as I had never known; glorious, illuminating pain
suffusing my groin and mind. I shuddered and wept with release, my
brain releasing neurotransmitters in massive, imprinting gouts. I
weakly lifted my head and opened my eyes intending to kiss Mel as
deeply as I knew how, then perform cunnilingus until her eyes rolled
back in her head and she woke the neighbors with her cries, rumor be
damned. Instead I was greeted by a barbaric vision: Mel's grinning
visage streaked with what looked like runny strawberry jam. Barking a
short laugh, she disgorged a torn and shriveled bit of flesh onto my
stomach and collapsed, her facial muscles spasming, onto the floor.
Rich, scarlet blood spewed from the truncated shaft of my penis,
splattering on the hardwood floor and painting Melissa an even more
gory color in the midst of her convulsions. The room's dimensions
shrank, crushing me into unconsciousness.
I awoke to the sound of machinery and murmuring voices. My throat was
burning dry, so I groggily forced my eyes open in order to find some
helpful soul of whom I might demand glass of water. I was confused to
find myself in a in an unpleasantly olive and off-white room until a
white-coated woman bustled by the doorway with a tray of shining steel
and glassware. Vague and partial memories floated into my skull, and I
concluded that this must be a hospital, else the afterlife was
somewhat less pleasurable than I had been led to believe. I hailed the
next passerby with a violent croak, and within fifteen minutes was
surrounded by my family. My brother explained that he had heard noises
more strange than usual from my room and had knocked on the door.
Receiving no answer, he then opened the door and proceeded upstairs to
investigate, but it didn't take him long to hurry downstairs, wake my
parents, and call 911. A blood test showed that both Mel and I had
ingested Phencycldine-a tranquilizer commonly known as PCP. As is
sometimes the case with PCP, Mel had a violent reaction, while my own
experience was anything but. Mel was slowly recovering in a nearby
ward. After making sure that my cognitive functions hadn't
deteriorated in any measurable way, my family left Kerry behind to
keep me company and took their leave of me. Once we were alone Kerry
told me the real story. It seems my cursory search may have saved my
life that night. My brother had recently obtained the keys to the
school's audio-visual room and borrowed a small digital camera and
monitor. After concealing the camera in my room he ran the cable along
the wall by the carpet on the stairwell and into his own room where he
connected the monitor to the VCR he had received for Christmas the
year before. Once Mel and I had disappeared upstairs, he began
recording and rolled a joint. Toweling the door, he smoked and
improvised on his bass until the show really began. When he saw
Melissa collapse in seizures, he was shocked almost as much as he was
to see my wound. Turning off the monitor but leaving the recorder
running, he proceeded to do his best to rectify the situation. 
I was out of the hospital in sixty days, and fully recovered six
months after the incident. My parents never found out about the tape,
but occasionally Kerry, Mel, and I watch it once they're in bed. Mel
and I are still together, and Kerry and I are closer than ever.
There's something about having your genitals chewed off that makes one
appreciate the Damoclean nature of life.

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