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26, female. My family had a family doctor, who use to treat us regularly. I use to call him uncle and he was always fond of me. He was associated with our family for 8 years, from when I was 13. At 20, I told my mom that I wanted to see a gynecologist. She recommended me to our family doctor. I never knew he was also a gynecologist. I also realized he was my mother’s gynecologist too. But, I was hesitant to visit him. When he came to our house for regular health check up, my mom mentioned about my need to have a gynecology exam. Later that day, I told my mom that I was not sure I need him as my gynecologist. But, my mom convinced me saying that he was a very good doctor. Next day, I find myself spreading my legs to the family doctor whom I fondly call uncle from age 13. It was embarrassing to let him see my intimate parts. He inserted his fingers in my v***** and pressed at my abdomen to check for any lumps. Heights of embarrassment.

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When I was younger, about 16, I was insatiable and as a result of having my first anonymous hookup with another kid that was 16 (off omegle of all things) I sought to have more.
In this effort I downloaded Grindr and lied about being 18, eventually finding someone who hosted an anon darkroom not even 5 minutes away and who was more than happy leaving their door unlocked and a** ready. After I was invited over and tentatively entered their place I immediately set about u*********, going to nothing in a minute and slowly started up the steps to his room. Once in his room I was approached in the dark by him – a 30-something yr old man who was equally as naked but twice my size – and he reached down and started to blow me once he settled on his knees. Within minutes once I was sufficiently erect I prodded him onto the bed and had him bend over, eventually sliding in without any additional lubrication and begun to – at the age of 16 – f*** this older mans a**. I went for about 20 minutes by my estimation and slowly over the course of the f****** went from doggy, to sideways to having him lie fully down whilst I went to town on him.
Eventually I finished in him and got up and left. Once home I gushed to him about how much fun it was and how I appreciated him taking a chance with me, with some more conversation eventually leading to my age being revealed and – to my own surprise – him revealing that he’d prefer it if we kept going in spite of it. I’d meet him continuously, probably once to 3 times a month or even multiple times in the same week until I moved away at 18. I never saw his face but I remember being inside him so vividly.