My story "Marcie's First Visit To The Gynecologist" is dedicated to Amy, a real-world young woman who inspired it.
I met her through AOL when she was an 18-year-old freshman at a Pennsylvania college. Our relationship continued off and on for years. I never met her, but we talked on the phone occasionally so I know she's real.
Going to the gynecologist and being strapped into the chair with her legs wide open aroused her intensely. She said the doc -- all of them had been male -- hardly needed lubrication for the speculum. She'd had one, in particular, who was very handsome. She had a long-standing fantasy of him rubbing or licking her clit to orgasm while she was there.
She also had a fantasy of a bunch of teenage boys being brought into watch -- like a Boy Scout Troop on a field trip. The doctor would give them a visual tour of her lady parts while she was strapped down and then rub her to multiple orgasms for their education and entertainment.
In my story, Marcie's underage and her parents participate. The story isn't really Amy's fantasy beyond what I describe above.
As of Dec. 27, 2015, I have completed writing a new 10-,000 word story that returns to my favorite theme of mothers corrupting their young teenage children. I will let this sit for a few days before polishing it. My goal is to post as a new year's present for you horny perverts. The tentative title is Hannah's Innocence Lost.