All the guys I (f)ucked – F19/M25: Christian, DJ/amputee/drug user

That summer of the year 2000 was quite the ride. I had discovered casual sex and loved it. It made me feel better about being extremely skinny. I had short black hair and sometimes purple or green strands in it.

Growing up in the country meant lots and lots of car rides. Sometimes people were driving while drunk or high.

This 25 year old self proclaimed DJ did. Christian had an accident and they had to amputate his leg. His girlfriend left him and he felt quite depressed about live, the universe and all the rest. He had to move back in with his parents and had some trouble to get his life straight.

He kept inviting me to hang out late at night and smoke pot with him and his friends, they would talk about techno music and the "Loveparade" in Berlin, he told them about the extasy pills he took and what hot raver chicks he fucked. I drove over to his village in my little red Corsa car, it wasnt far away. He gave me my first mp3 cd – good times were had.

I kept showing up at his place, I didnt mind being the only girl there. I didnt mind the pot smoking but I never participated. I didnt mind the "damn I need to get laid but no girl will fuck a cripple like me" self pity tirades. He was no Brad Pitt or anything. He wasnt ugly or fat either.

One day I decided I'd make a move. This time I went there prepared: took a long bath and shaved, threw some sheer white stay up stockings and a tiny white thong on and put light fabric pants on instead of my usual jeans. Perfume on my neck, condoms in my bag – ready to go.

His mum let me inside, as always. I could tell she knew what was going on by the judging look on her face.

My timing was great, there was just one other guy around. He had his feet up on the couch / bed, while Christian sat in his old, comfy computer chair, like he always did. Christian took one look at me and told me to come sit in his lap. He was smoking a joint and seemed very relaxed. When I sat in his lap, he offered the joint to me and I declined. He suggested I should try it from him, and kissed me. His left hand came to rest on my tigh and he felt the lace of the stockings. I know for sure because that was the very moment when he looked at his friend and told him to kindly fuck off. The smirk on that guys face told me that he knew. He muttered something like "about time" as he left.

Christian didnt waste much time. A short make out session where I straddled him on his computer chair turned into a rather urgent removal of clothes. Mine flew off first, he found some sweet words about my lingerie and then he hesitated. A worried look came across his face "ever seen something like it?", he mumbled and knocked on his prosthetic leg. "No", I said. "But I want to", and I tried to open his belt. That didnt work while he was sitting so he got up and removed his pants. "Lets go to the bed", was his suggestion and I eagerly followed. We were both in our underwear and I didnt mind at all, feeling weirdly confident and relaxed with him. "Now, sit down here with me and let me get rid of this", he said. I watched as he opened the mechanism that held the prosthetic leg in place above his knee. He just dropped it on the floor. I didnt have much time to get a closer look at his stump because he basically jumped at me, threw me on my back and started to let his fingers discover my shaved legs and pussy while kissing and licking my nipples. This change of pace made me dripping wet, as he soon discovered. "You are ready for a good fuck" was his comment as he sat up to remove his boxers. His dick was quite nice and of average size, I wanted him badly. I thought about the condoms in my bag, somewhere across the room but Christian pulled one out of his nightstand drawer before I could say something. He expertly handled it while I removed the soaked thong.

The couch wasnt too big, there wasnt much room to move around, I spread my legs for him and he entered me, holding his balance up on the back of the couch. I loved how he felt inside of me, he got a good rhythm going on right away but the lack of body contact and kissing threw me off for a bit. While I was still trying to find my pace, he got quite carried away and finished rather fast.

I was a bit surprised, but I would have been up for round two if he hadnt said "you shouldnt just lay there, you know?" while pulling out and removing the condom. I didnt want to discuss my qualities with him – or his – so I got dressed and left after a brisk "bye". He already was rolled up in his blanket, about to fall asleep.

I went downstairs and wanted to leave but his mum had locked to frontdoor and the keys were nowhere to be seen. Since I was very reluctant to go back to him and ask for the keys I needed to find a way out. There was this door labeled "Guest WC" and I saw a small window inside. I was glad about being so damn skinny for once and sqeezed myself outside. I had to jump down a bit but it wasnt too bad.

All the way home I was giggling about the face his mum would make on the next day when she sees the open window.

TL;DR: starfish'd till he finished

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3nc1yf/all_the_guys_i_fucked_f19m25_christian