More About Amputees

	Originally from
	"Cavalier" magazine

	Like some of your other readers, I have discovered that a 
one-legged girl has a certain erotic mystique about her that is 
hard to explain but fun to enjoy both in the sack and out of it.

	My first exposure to the special charms of one-legged girls 
came when I was in high school and had a cute one-legged blonde 
sitting next to me in my math class. She was sixteen and I was 
seventeen, and because she was having problems with the math, and 
since I had the top grades in our math class, our teacher asked 
me to tutor her after school.

	It was common knowledge at school that Cindy had one leg; 
that her right leg had been amputated after a bike accident when 
she was about 12, and that she always used an artificial leg. I'd 
known her for a couple of years, and never gave her a second 
thought, although she was a nice-looking girl. No reason, I 
guess, we just had never connected.

	Her artificial leg looked like just a regular leg that was a 
little stiff, and had a slightly different color. Her real leg 
was a shapely one, and she always dressed in nylons and smart 
low-heeled shoes. She must have had some limitations in her 
movements, but I never saw her experience any problems in the 
day-to-day school activities I observed.

	Cindy invited me home one afternoon after school to help her 
with her math, and when we entered her house I heard her mother 
call to her from the back of the house to take off her leg and 
rest her stump.  Her mother, of course, didn't realize I was 
there, and Cindy was embarrassed to have me hear the reference to 
her stump. But she grinned gamely at me, rolled her eyes, and 
dutifully went off down the hall to her bedroom. Meanwhile, I sat 
down on the sofa in the living room, and arranged the math book 
and notebook on the coffee table in front of me, still completely 
unconcerned.

	When Cindy emerged, she was on crutches. I had never seen her 
on crutches before, and I was stunned to see how sexy she looked, 
moving gracefully across the room with only the one leg showing 
beneath her knee-length skirt. She had also removed her shoe and 
stocking, and looked much sexier barefoot and one-legged than she 
did when she was wearing her leg. She was quite skilled with her 
crutches, and seemed to just float along. 

	If that were not enough, she had not changed out of her 
straight, tight skirt and, without her leg on, I could see the 
outline of her stump as it swayed gently around inside her skirt. 
Even though it must have been obvious that the artificial leg 
fastened to something, it really fascinated me to realize that 
Cindy still had part of her right thigh. When she sat down next 
to me on the sofa, the shape of her stump was plainly outlined by 
the snug skirt. I could tell that her leg had been amputated just 
below mid-thigh.

	My mouth went dry, and I began to get a terrific hard-on. I 
didn't have the slightest idea how I was going to continue with 
our math lesson, but then her mother saved us. She announced from 
the back of the house that she was going out shopping thinking, 
of course, that we were still reviewing our math, and left the 
two of us alone in the living room.

	After a few minutes of trying valiantly to continue the math 
reveiw, I noticed that Cindy's skirt had crept up above her knee, 
and I could see the very end of her stump. There was a white 
sock-like thing over it, and I kept stealing glances at it, 
trying to be as unobtrusive as possible. I was also trying to 
keep my notebook in my lap to cover the painful bulge in my 
jeans.

	Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. I slowly and delib-
erately  reached down and laid my hand on the end of her stump. 
Cindy let out a little gasp and put her hand over mine, but she 
didn't push me away. To my surprise, she raised her stump off the 
sofa cushion and pulled the skirt back so more of her stump stuck 
out of her skirt. She asked me if I thought she looked horrible 
with her leg cut off. I gulped, and told her she was very 
attractive, and that a one-legged girl was about the sexiest 
thing I'd ever seen in my life. 

	I held my breath, not knowing what kind of reaction I'd get 
to that, but I was rewarded with a big smile and an affectionate 
kiss. Then she shifted her position on the sofa so that her stump 
was resting across my lap.

	Soon we were necking and Cindy let me pull off her stump sock 
so I could feel her bare stump. I pulled her around to face me, 
and she placed the tip of her stump in my crotch and began to 
gently caress the bulge made by my rock-hard tool. I responded by 
cupping her breast in my hand. I could feel that her nipple was 
about as hard as my dick. I kissed her again, and as we embraced, 
I slowly slid my hands around behind her back and under her 
sweater, and unhooked her bra; then, holding my breath, I worked 
the sweater up and over her head. 

	I needn't have worried. She raised her arms cooperatively, 
and off came both sweater and bra. I had to stare open-mouthed 
for a moment at the sight of this lovely one-legged girl sitting 
bare-breasted in my lap.

	I leaned down and kissed each delicate pink nipple, sucking 
it lasciviously into my mouth. Cindy's breasts were not large, 
but they were perfectly shaped, as only a 16-year-old girl's can 
be, and as my mouth and tongue played with one rock-hard nipple 
and then the other, she closed her eyes and gently pulled my head 
more firmly to her. I could hear her moaning softly in her 
throat.

	But suddenly she stopped, pushed me gently away, and stood up 
on her single leg. I was afraid it was over.  She folded her left 
arm under her breasts to steady them and, leaving her crutches on 
the floor in front of the sofa, hopped on her one leg to lock the 
front door. As she hopped along, her stump jerked convulsively up 
and down, nearly causing me to come in my pants.

	When she returned, she took my hands in hers and pulled me to 
my feet, and we were soon in a full-length, full-strength em-
brace.  She unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it open, and I could 
feel her hard nipples pressing into my chest. After another long 
kiss she reached down and unzipped my pants and fished out my 
agonzied tool. She took a little hop backward, and for a moment 
just stood there like a stork on her one leg, staring in apparent 
amazement at my swollen member. 

	I put my hands on her waist, found a little zipper on the 
side of her skirt, slid it open, and the skirt dropped down 
around her ankle. She had on only a pair of white panties under 
the skirt, and the first sight of the full length of her stump 
sticking out of the right side of her panties, was a memorable 
moment. She raised her stump and I took it in my hand and 
caressed it against my naked tool. Soon the panties joined the 
skirt on the floor. 

	She giggled, but offered no resistance as I put my hands on 
her waist and lifted her up, freeing her single foot from the 
clothing.  We disengaged, and she sat down on the sofa and lay 
back, with her one leg slung over the back, and her stump 
pointing at the front door. I stripped off what little clothing I 
still had on, and lay between those two contrasting limbs; the 
shapely, full leg and thigh on her left, and on her right, the 
fascinating, sausage-like stump of her amputated right leg. 

	I was as gentle as I could be, but by then I was also horny 
as hell. We came together almost violently. On the first stroke  
my rod completely disappeared into her. Cindy was a virgin but 
gave herself willingly, obviously ready for love. She closed her 
eyes tightly and let out a great gasp as I entered her, but by 
then it was too late to hold back. I tried to pull out, but she 
grabbed my hips and held me firmly in place for several moments, 
shuddering and gasping, her stump moving frantically against my 
thigh. Finally she began to relax, and I began a slow, careful 
rhythm.

	In a few minutes we had thoroughly exhausted each other, but 
by then we were beginning to worry about her mother returning, so 
we reluctantly wound up our "math lesson." 

	But of course it was only the first of many. I learned that 
day that a girl with one leg is not at all handicapped when it 
comes to screwing. I loved the feeling of her stump against me, 
as much as I loved her soft, delicate little breasts and nipples, 
or the feel of my rigid rod sliding up inside her tight little 
pussy and filling it with hot cum.

	We dated steadily for a year or so until she and her family 
moved out of town. I was disappointed, especially when I could 
not find any other one-legged girls to date until a few years 
later when I got a job in the next state. An ordinary two-legged 
girl I had started to date happened to mention one day that her 
roommate had one leg. Before long I was dating the roommate. 
After a few dates the one-legged roommate was willingly unstrap-
ping her artificial leg for me and hopping into the sack. We are 
still good friends and through her I also met a couple of other 
one-legged girls, and a girl with one arm, who turned out to be 
just as interesting as the one-legged girls.

	Though I still date a non-handicapped girl once in awhile, I 
prefer the amputees, especially the one-legged beauties, when 
they are available. Evidently there are plenty of other guys who 
also enjoy balling a girl with a stump, from what I've seen and 
read. I have even heard of a few one-legged hookers in New York 
and San Francisco and Los Angeles who keep quite busy.  -- 
S.H.C., Hartford, Conn.