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Subject: {ASSM} "Practice"  by  deirdre (MF, FF, D/s)  --  rp by H. Jekyll and Please Cain
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Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2006 09:10:04 -0400
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Practice 
by deirdre

(MF, FF, D/s)

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will finish reposting all 156 stories this month.

While you're following the a.s.s.m. 10th Anniversary "deirdre-fest,"
enjoy! There's still time to contribute.

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

Practice 
by dierdre

"You're kidding!" Debbie was obviously amused and I didn't like the way
this was going. Nancy, who lives in the apartment across the hall had
just told her about our experience that very afternoon. You see, Nancy,
who works in a doctor's office, had convinced Debbie and I that we
ought not to put off having physicals. I'd just finished mine but not
without an embarrassing moment. After having been shown into the
examination room, in walks Nancy, telling me to undress.

She didn't leave either. She just stood there waiting.

"Uh, I feel funny doing this." I was slowly unbuttoning the first
buttons of my shirt. So slowly, in fact, that I wasn't likely to be
undressed before midnight.

"Whatever for?" She sounded genuinely surprised. I couldn't believe
that she wouldn't see the oddity of the situation.

"Well, knowing you and everything."

She smiled, stifling a giggle. "Oh, is that it? I *am* a professional,
you know. I *do* see men undressing every day and don't even think
about it."

"Yes, but it's so weird... doing it in front of my next-door neighbor."

"Well, get over it. We can't wait here all day."

"Can't you just... have the other nurse, uh, take care of me?" She
left, mumbling something as she went out the door. Another nurse came
in in a minute and asked me to undress to my underpants. She left while
I was undressing and, well, the rest of my physical went along without
incident.

But now Nancy was amusing Debbie with the story. "You really were too
embarrassed to get undressed in front of Nancy?" she asked. I could see
she was suppressing a laugh. How do I get myself into these things.

"Well I don't think it's so strange..."

"Oh honey, don't worry about it. You'll get over it by next time." She
was still smiling.

"Actually, he'll probably be all-the-more nervous," piped up Nancy.

"Like waiting too long after you've fallen off a horse?" returned
Debbie.

"It would do him good to work through this right away." Suddenly I felt
a nervous twinge. These two were getting too many silly ideas.

"Well, what do you say, honey? Want to work on your problem?"

"You two are crazy!" I blurted.

"Definitely needs help," said Nancy.

"Come on honey," added Debbie. She walked up to me and said more
softly, "Not *man* enough to face up to your fears?" The grin she was
hiding ate at me. "Do it!" she continued.

"We'll celebrate later," she whispered. "Do it."

Now she didn't look so amused. She looked serious. I stood there,
staring at her but didn't say a thing.

"Good!" said Nancy as if it were all settled. Debbie walked back over
to her. "Take off your shirt and undershirt," ordered Nancy. She used a
business-like voice and also didn't seem to be laughing at me any more.
Debbie smiled an encouraging smile and nodded at me to go ahead. I took
them off. I stood there, not believing I was doing this.

"OK, your shoes and socks," continued Nancy. They watched as I sat down
and removed them.

"OK, stand up and take off your pants." I felt like this was it. I was
wearing briefs and wouldn't be much hidden. I felt a lump in my throat
but I did it and stood up.

"Very good," said Nancy. Debbie looked a little surprised. I wondered
if she would burst out laughing. "Turn around and face away from us,"
continued Nancy. I did it. Nothing. They were just looking at me? 

Then I felt hands at my side, pulling down my briefs by the waste band.
I was uncovered! Whichever it was left them around my knees. I felt
someone move away again.

"You're doing very well," came Nancy's voice, "isn't he?" she added.

"Uh, ... yes!" Debbie sounded a little breathless. I stood there, not
believing my predicament. I heard them walking and then they were in
front of me, still keeping their distance.

"Good! Just stand there but spread your feet." I spread them until the
briefs were stretched as far as they could go--not much but a little
more.

I know what you're thinking. Yes, I was beginning to get hard. They
were both just staring at it.

"A little show!" Nancy finally added. "Don't worry, we get that often
enough." It was definitely getting harder. Debbie was grinning.

"OK, that's enough of that," said Nancy, "take them off, go in the
bathroom and take care of yourself. You'd better be soft when you come
out." I couldn't believe this. I just stood there in shock.

"Well, honey, you heard her," added Debbie, still grinning, "or are you
going to... ?"

"I said, take them off!" added Nancy. I finally did it and headed for
the bathroom. I'm too embarrassed to go into that further but I heard
them talking while I was in there and I finally came out again, still
naked but soft.

"Well, I think he is coming right along," said Nancy. "You can get
dressed again," she added and she drew Debbie into the kitchen, leaving
me alone.

That night Debbie was a wild woman--and I was definitely up again for
it.

-----

The next evening I answered a knock on the door and Nancy barged in.
"Well, don't just stand there, get your clothes off!" were her first
words, as soon as I'd closed the door again. Debbie and I had been
watching television. I stared at her open-mouthed and looked at Debbie.
She was still lounging on the couch but was looking our way but far
from protesting, she had an expectant look on her face.

"Quickly," hissed Nancy. I don't know what made me do it but I did it.
Quickly, too. Soon I was standing nude by the door. Nancy had walked
over and sat on the couch next to Debbie where I had been.

"Come closer and stand next to that table," Nancy added, indicating a
spot about six feet from them. They watched me walk over. Nancy was
stealing glances at the TV and was soon asking Debbie about the show.

She looked back toward me for several seconds. "Good," she said and
looked back at the TV. "He *is* getting better about it," she added to
Debbie after a little while. Debbie stole glances at me and I thought I
detected a smirk.

And I couldn't help it. Yes, I was getting hard again. It was so weird
and I wondered about myself.

"Interesting," said Nancy when she looked back at me. She smiled, stood
up, and walked past me. She came back with my briefs and held them out.

I took them. "Take care of yourself right here, using those to prevent
a mess." I stared at her. "It's nothing! You think nurses don't know
how men's bodies work? Do it!" I still stared. 

She put it on my cock, wrapping it around the end and pushed my hands
so one was holding my cock and the other was holding the folded
underpants on the head. Then she walked back to the couch and sat down.
"We're waiting," she added.

I stood there. Soon I was doing it. I was breathing harder. Standing up
made me feel it in my head more. I was coming. I came. They were both
watching me.

"He's definitely getting better about it," said Nancy. "Hold it 'til
you know you're done," she added and I just stood there. 

A few minutes later she added, "OK, take those away and put on some
fresh ones." I left immediately.

"That was *amazing*," Debbie whispered in my ear that night. But what
immediately followed was *more* amazing.

------

I was meeting Debbie at a restaurant after work. When I walked in, she
was already sitting. And with her was Nancy and another woman I didn't
know. They introduced her as Susan, a nurse friend of Nancy's. I could
tell from their drink glasses that they had been there for at least a
little while.

"So Nancy's been helping you with a problem getting undressed in front
of nurses," volunteered Susan as soon as I sat down. I couldn't believe
this!

"Oh, he's coming along fine," said Nancy. Debbie grinned.

"Well, I could check his progress," said Susan. Debbie giggled.

"Go ahead," said Nancy, "it would do him good. Go with her," she added
to me. Susan stood up and came over next to me. I looked at them all.
Debbie looked like she might stand too but Nancy held her arm. No one
objected. Susan stood there. I got up and followed her.

She led me out the front door and then around to the back of the
restaurant. It was dark and deserted and she found a spot by the back
wall out of sight of any door.

"OK, get undressed," she said. I felt panicked. Yes it was dark and
deserted and no one was around but anyone could walk around behind and
run into us!

"Not quite trained I see," she said. "Get undressed! Now!"

Yes, I did it and was soon there, standing nude with my clothes in a
heap next to me.

"Well, you finally did it. And it looks like you're enjoying it but we
can't have that while you return. Take care of your hardon." She just
watched and waited.

"I said take care of it! Jack off!" 

Yes, I did it, right there in the back of the parking lot. And then she
had me get dressed again and I followed her back inside.

Debbie and Nancy were still sitting at the table. I looked at Debbie
again... she looked a little scared. "Don't worry," said Susan, "I
didn't come within 2 feet of him the whole time."

After we ate, we all left together. Susan wanted to show them where she
took me. We were out back again.

"Well, show us how you stripped," said Nancy. The three of them stood
watching me. Soon I was nude again.

"What do you think, Debbie?" asked Susan. Debbie giggled, sounding a
little nervous. "Debbie, do *you* ever have trouble undressing in front
of nurses?" she went on.

"Oh, no, that's just my husband."

"You sound a little reluctant. Why don't you show us?"

"No, I... I don't have any problem... "

"Well, then show us," Susan went on. "Show us and I'll believe you."
Nancy didn't say a thing. "Just show us."

She sort of guided Debbie over to where I was standing.

"Take it off! Your *husband* can do it!"

She started doing it! Her blouse. Shoes. Shorts. Bra and panties. I
stood there, amazed.

"Are you excited?" Susan asked, more quitely. She walked up close to
Debbie and I saw her hands go to Debbie's body. She withdrew in a
flash.

"Better take care of that, Debbie," she said. "Both of you," she added.
The two of them stood there watching us. Debbie looked at me, obviously
nervous. She put one hand on her breasts and one to her crotch. I
wrapped my hand around my cock again.

"Good," said Susan. Then she waited. We both did it -- brought
ourselves off. I think we came at the same time.

"Now that's cute," said Susan and she told us to get dressed again.

-----

The next day when I got home, Nancy was there again. Debbie looked very
nervous. There was a knock on the door and I opened it to find Susan
and another woman. She was younger and Susan introduced her as Wendy,
another nurse. I noticed Wendy looking at me.

"Well, show us how you get undressed," Susan said to me. Maybe I *was*
losing some inhibitions--I was nude in seconds. I looked around. Wendy
was staring at me. Debbie looked nervous.

"How about *Nancy*," said Wendy. Does *she* have these sorts of
problems?

"Not me," said Nancy. I looked at her and was amazed at the expression
on her face. I thought she might dart from the room.

"Show us!" said Susan, sweetly. She looked right at Nancy and grinned.

"I don't *have* any problem!" said Nancy, more vociferously. Susan and
Wendy just stared at her for a few seconds.

"Then get undressed," said Susan, finally in a quiet voice. She did it!
Soon it was Nancy and me standing there nude. Debbie was agog--I think
she was surprised out of her nervousness.

"What do you think, Debbie?" asked Susan. Debbie was immediately
tongue-tied. I think she thought they'd be ordering her to strip next.
But Susan just laughed at her.

Susan told Nancy and me to lean over the dining table. I looked back to
find her with rubber gloves and K.Y. jelly! She told us she was going
to get us used to medical procedures!

She put jelly on my rear. "Relax," she said and I felt her finger
pushing. Probing. "Put your hands on the back of your neck," she said.
I was getting hard. Still she pushed and probed. Two fingers.

Then she was out and I felt a sting on my ass. She had slapped it. Then
she had another glove on and was doing the same thing to Nancy! I
watched Nancy lay there with her hands on the back of her neck. Then I
heard three slaps on her rear and she jerked each time.

Then they had us get on our hands and knees in the middle of the floor.
Debbie served them drinks and it seemed like forever that we stayed
there. I was so hard.

They asked Debbie for scarves. They had us stand up. They tied my hands
behind my back and they did the same to Nancy. Then they left, taking
Nancy with them! Across the hall, still with her hands bound! They told
Debbie to have fun.

As soon as the door closed, Debbie was immediately kneeling in front of
me, my cock in her mouth. She was so crazy!

-----

The day after that, coming home from work, I opened the front door and
couldn't believe my eyes! Nancy and Debbie were both standing there,
nude, with handcuffs on! Wendy was there with them, but I didn't see
any sign of Susan. They were both gagged, too, with ball gags--obvious
S&M paraphernalia. She had a belt in her hand, looped double and was
standing behind them.

She ordered me to strip and I was nude in seconds. She handcuffed and
gagged me and led me to standing next to the others. Then she led us
into the bedroom and put us on our knees, laying over the edge of the
bed. She put something on each of our ankles, binding them together,
and then she invaded each of our rears with her rubber-encased fingers.
She got two, then three, then four fingers in me!

Someone else entered the room. "My man likes girls *and* boys," I heard
her say.


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