Case History 5

Subject: Debbie T. Age: Sixteen

INTERVIEW ONE

Debbie is a sixteen year old prostitute. She has been estranged from her family for quite some time. Her prostitution began when she was broke and inadvertently ran into a pimp on the streets.

She was soon addicted to drugs and it was this hold that the pimp used to control her actions. Since being introduced into the clinic's program, Debbie has managed to break away from the pimp's influence. Even still, he is always after her to return to her degrading life. And Debbie is still only a stone's throw away from returning.

Here is Debbie's transcript.

Well, lemme see. You mind if I smoke, doc? I need a cigarette. It gives my hands something to do, and it lets me get my mind off . . . Well, you know.

Well, where to begin. I guess it was while I was still at home. I was only fifteen then, and I really began to dig this boy. He was about eighteen and as it turned out, I was only a passing kind of thing with him. He was my first one, but that isn't what this story is about, is it?

I ran away with Gary. That's what his name was. Gary. He talked me into splitting the home scene. Well, home was O.K., I guess. But my foks, you know, they didn't understand me. They just kinda lived in their own world. And I lived in mine. And Gary was in mine. So, when he wanted to go, I split.

We got to New York. Man, that is a big place. And we didn't have anyplace to crash. You know. So we turned into reach street people, sleeping wherever we could. And Gary started making the scene with some other chicks, and some other guys, too. Every now and then. But that was always for bread.

Anyway, we broke up before long, and man, I was in no condition to live alone on the streets. So, I'd noticed this guy lookin' at me when Gary has been around. But I had been a real dumb broad then. I had been true to "my man," if you could call Gary that.

So, this guy approached. He was a cool guy, I gotta admit that. His name was Buzzy. I guess it was Buzzy. We all called him Buzz. Anyway, he approached me and asked me if I wanted to make the scene. I wasn't so sure at first. I put him off. And for a while, I drifted around from guy to guy. Sometimes, I managed a pad for one night. Sometimes I stayed with a guy for maybe three weeks, a month. Once even for about seven weeks. That was the longest.

Still, this guy kept bothering me. I'd see him on the street and he'd always make a point of coming over to talk to me. I remember the night he broached the subject.

"Hey, baby, how 'bout a drink, and maybe a little fuck?" He grinned. He was a good lookin' dude, I'll say that for him.

I smiled back. "I don't think so," I said. Then he hit me with a killer.

"You know, baby. You're about how old? Maybe sixteen, seventeen?"

"Sixteen," I said.

"I know you been sleepin' around with a lot of dudes. Why don't you wise up. Swing along with me and you can be makin. some real good bread."

I knew what he meant. But I played coy. "How can I do that?" I asked.

"Come on, baby. Lemme buy you a drink." He pulled me by the arm and we headed into a place called the "Dirty Cellar." How 'bout that for a name, "The Dirty Cellar."

We sat down in a booth and got a couple of drinks. I was turning onto Buzzy. He was a cool guy, like I already said. As we sat there drinkin' and talkin', his hand moved down, and he started palming my leg. I felt his hand moving into my crotch. And before I knew what I was doing, I spread my legs out and he was rooting around down there good. Cooing in my ear, and rubbing my cunt. It felt fantastic to be getting so turned on in that public place. It was really something.

So, I got hot, and drunker and drunker. We got up and took off for his place. I could see his big cock down his pants leg, and I really wanted to see it. To feel it. And to suck it, too. I am one chick that really digs sucking cock.

By the time we got to his place, we were both panting and so horny that it seemed an eternity before he got me out of my clothes. His chest was rumbling. And he was a beautiful dude who had me naked.

I was naked in his expert hands. He moved his palms around my body, massaging my boobs, feeling mycunt. He ran his fingers into my twat, and had me howling in seconds. One hand worked between my legs, and the other worked at my tits. I reached down and felt his cock.

It felt about ten inches long, and fat. It was the fattest cock I'd ever seen in my life, and I was going to get it.

Buzzy wanted me to suck him first. And I was really ready. But He had something to do first. He left me in the bedroom, on the bed with my legs spread out, and my own fingers working in my twat, as he went into the bathroom. When he came back, he had a couple of big yellow capsules in his hand

"What are those?" I asked.

"You'll dig it," he said. "Swallow it." He was standing beside me and his big cock was hanging out over my breasts. As I took one of the capsules from his palm, he reached down and started to massage the inner parts of my thighs, reaching under and really squeezing my ass. All the while she was making weird noises and moaning. I didn't even protest. I took the capsule. He swallowed the other one, so I guess that 'everything was O.K.

Buzzy moved onto the bed. I was lying with my head against the headboard. He straddled my body, his balls hanging down, and resting on ray tits. His cock was right at my lips.

"Get lipstick rings on it, baby," Buzzy said. I remember that. "Cover it with good lipstick." I opened my mouth and he lay the tip of his juicy cock on my tongue. I moved forward, and his dick was in my mouth, and I was sucking.

I reached up and grabbed his hands as I sucked, getting his hands to move on my tits, loving the way he squeezed the big mounds. Loving the way his hands felt as they moved against my swollen nipples.

"Stroke my balls," Buzzy said. I reached up and did as he had directed. His prick was so hard in my mouth, and I wanted to feel it in my twat. I needed a cunt filled to the brim with good man juice.

"That's it, baby." He reached down and began to caress my body. He bent over and I could feel him kissing and licking at my cheeks. I pulled at his legs and felt his body move closer to me.

It was almost time for me to get what I needed. I had a twitching twat, and I could hardly keep my hands away from it. His cock was large. It was only half in my mouth. And I was already gagging. I could hardly wait to feel it in my cunt.

Buzzy pulled back. His cock seemed to take forever to pull out of my mouth. His cock was wet and I could smell it. It was so close to my nose.

"On all fours, baby," Buzzy said. He wanted to fuck me from behind. I was beginning to fly. My mind was completely fucked up already. I don't know what was in the cap, sure, but I was incredibly turned on. I was really out of my mind. My twat was itching, and as Buzzy moved in behind me, he reached underneath my body, and scooped up one hanging breast in each hand.

"Gonna give you what you need, baby." Buzzy moaned. I could feel his cock poking around at the entrance of my upside down cunt. "Gonna fuck you real good and proper."

I felt his hands moving on my tits and I felt his cock moving around on my twat lips. I reached between my legs and hefted his balls in my hand.

"Put it in, baby," Buzzy said. "Put my cock in your juicy little sixteen year old pussy." I grabbed that cock and moved it up to the point in just the right place, and then Buzzy slid in. Just as easy as anything. I felt his thick cock slipping in my twat. It filled me as it went deeper and deeper, and then I felt my twat lips meet his pubic hairs and I could see his balls swinging bet ween my legs.

It was a groove. The drug made his cock feel even better and bigger. It felt like my twat was filled forever with cock. I wanted nothing but that good filled feeling. I was ready to swear that that cock was reaching up to my throat.

"You're a good fuck, baby," Buzzy said. "Why not work for me. You'll like the work. And make a little money. And I only take half." He pulled his dick out of my body, and then he moved in so fast that I could hardly breathe.

The fucking got faster and faster, and he kept talking. I was hooked on that prick. I wanted to feel it deep between my legs. I wanted Buzzy to fuck me regularly.

But there was a catch. If I wanted it regular from Buzz, I had to work, and the parade of Johns was really something.

Buzzy kept me in his room for about a week. He fucked me every which way, a thousand ways from Sunday, and we mainlined. And that had me really hooked.

I was a confirmed junkie by the time I went out with Buzzy one Saturday night. My first John was about forty, and he was really something. I don't know how much I was earning because Buzzy collected the money.

The John was about forty, like I said. I met him on a corner and went with him to his room. The first thing he did was to go to the bed, and sit down to face me. "I wanta suck your ass," he said.

I started to groove on the scene. My head was really high. "Strip," he said. I did as he told me. I gotta admit that I was digging this all. I pulled off my jeans, and then my shirt. I wasn't wearing a bra, and no shorts either. So I was naked.

"Wow," he breathed. "Come here." I crossed the room and moved to the bed. I turned my ass to his face, and bent over. "Gotta suck me an ass, a beautiful little girl's ass," he said. And I felt him lean forward and take hold of my ass cheeks. His face moved in and I felt it as it buried between my cheeks.

"Oh, man," I moaned. "Tongue my asshole, lick it, lick it. Stick that tongue up my asshole." I moved back a little and pushed my ass against his face.

I knew he liked it then. I squeezed my asshole around his tongue, and he tightened his arms around my hunky ass.

Then I felt this John pulling me back. He was lying on the bed, and for a second he moved his face out of my cheeks to talk.

"Suck me," he said. "Suck my cock."

I didn't have to be asked twice. I was digging the scene. I was straddling on all four over the guy now, my ass in his face. And he was eating out my hole. I reached down and unzipped his pants. He wasn't wearing any shorts either. And his prick was out of his pants in seconds. I ran my tongue around the tip and he moaned deep in my ass.

"Eat it," he moaned. I could hardly understand his words. "Eat it. Eat my big cock."

He buried his face again as I let go with every trick I'd learned from Buzzy about sucking cock. First, I vacuumed the whole fuck stick until his big balls, which I had also taken out of his fly, were crunched against my chin.

Then I partially spit him out again, using my tongue against the tip of his hot prick, while, at the same time, maintaining the vacuum that I had created.

He moaned and pulled his face free once again. "You're the best cocksucker ever," he moaned. "The greatest cocksucker in the world." And at that moment, I thought I was.

Then, he dived back into my ass. I could feel my cheeks spread wider and wider by his face, and his cheeks were wet, so I could feel all that moisture in there. His tongue flicked out and began to fuck in and out of my puckered asshole. It was a tongue job and a half, being performed between the big cleavage of my ass, and going all the way down to the hair ringer asshole. I could feel his lips sucking at my rectum. I could feel the warmth of his tongue penetrating deep into my body, making the nerves sing. Making my cunt pound and drip in anticipation of the fucking that I knew would come later.

"Deep in my ass," I said around his cock. "Drive your tongue deep into my asshole. Deep inside. Oooooohhhhhhhhh." I sucked down on his juicy prick again.

Despite the fact that his face was buried deep between my asscheeks, he understood. I assisted him by spreading my ass as wide as possible. But of course I couldn't help him get any deeper into the actual hole. He'd have to do it himself.

But this guy was a real dedicated ass licker. He kept at it. And I felt his tongue going deeper and deeper. I felt that hot, wet tongue digging in deeper and deeper. I took his cock in my mouth, and felt it getting harder and harder. And then, he started squirting into my mouth. His cock swelled up the slightest little bit, and I was drinking down his cream.

Spurt after spurt of his cream came into my mouth while he moaned and buried his face up my asshole. His fingers moved down, and began to pull and prove at my cunt. He used one little digit on my clit, which was swollen and enlarged just like a little cock. I went wile then, and I started coming too. It was a really weird scene. But I was stoned anyway, so it didn't matter.

And then it was over. The John collapsed and I crawled off him, and we were done. I wasn't going to get fucked, and I was really hot. But the John was done, and he was the customer. So what to do. I climbed back into my jeans and shirt and sneakers and left. Buzzy was waiting on the corner.

The next guy liked to suck pussy. He as as dedicated in his pussy lapping as the first guy had been in his asshole licking. This new guy wasn't very old. In fact, if he'd told the truth, I bet he wasn't over about eighteen or nineteen. He became a regular John after a while, but it was that first time that I remember. Funny, doc, it's that way with most of these guys. I remember the first time.

This guy's name was Frank. I remember his name. Funny, I forgot most of them. Anyway, his name was Frank, and this guy loved to suck and lick at a juicy pussy. He wasn't a fucker. A lot of these guys weren't into fucking. They were into crazy things. Not that cunt licking is all that crazy. Shit, practically every guy I ever met was into that. But this guy did it, and he'd beat his meat while he did it.

I remember the first time. Frank had a little apartment. It was right in the middle of the Village, and it was a fourth floor walk up. I still didn't know how much Buzzy was getting for me. But I can bet that it was more than Frank could really afford.

So we got to Frank's. And he was really nervous. Nervous as shit. He fussed around and made me a drink. Finally, I knew I was going to have to get this going if it was going to get going that night, so I patted the sofa and asked him to sit.

He sat, and sipped his drink, finally, I leaned over and whispered into his ear, "Wanta fuck?"

He looked embarrassed. "Can I . . . Can I . . . uh . . . " I didn't think he was ever going to get it out. He was all red and flushed.

"Go on, honey," I said. "I wanta do it too. Don't be embarrassed."

"Can I . . . uh . . . lick your pussy?" He said the words so fast that it was hard to hear them. But I got the message.

"Sure," I said. I stood up and looked around the room. There was a candle on the end table. "Let me light this," I said. I went into the bathroom then. Actually it was to take a pill or two. I wound up taking three.

Anyway, I lit the candle and turned off the lights. Frank was still sitting on the couch. And I moved to stand in front of him. His eyes were fastened on my crotch. They seemed to stay glued on that area.

"You wanta take off my panties?" I said.

Frank reached up under my short skirt. I was wearing a skirt and panties on those days. Buzzy had decided it was more of a turn on for me to do that. "Take them off, Frankie. Wanta take off my panties? Wanta take off my panties and see my pussy?"

Frank's eyes got real big. You would have thought that he was about ten years old. And I started to play it that way. He seemed to respond.

"Frankie wanta see my pussy?" I leaned down real close. "Wanta see my cunt?" He looked into my face and nodded. I stood up again and moved until my cunt was about four inches from his face. "Pull off the panties, Frankie. Pull my panties down."

Frank put his hands on the backs of my legs. I could feel his fingers moving in the soft place behind my knees. It made me tremble all over. And so I was getting hot, too.

Frank moved his hands up the backs of my legs. They moved slowly but deliberately. I looked down into the kid's face. He was really good looking. Just shy. And I guess he had this thing about being a little kid. I don't know. He was good sex at any rate.

Frank moved his hands up and up the back of my legs. It wasn't too long before his fingers were twitching at the bottom of my butt cheeks. "Good boy, Frankie. Good boy. Pull at my panties. Get 'em off so I can show you all the nice hair around my twat."

Frank licked his lips and started to move his fingers up to grip the thin material of my black panties. He gathered it into his hand little by little, thereby letting them pull down slowly without moving his hands. I reached down and caressed his face, and then I pulled up my short skirt. Frankie was staring directly into my cloth covered crotch.

"Go on Frankie," I urged. "Go on, look at my crotch. Go ahead. Pull off the panties, and then you can lick around down there. Would you like that? Licking around between my legs, tasting my twat?"

He nodded again and he suddenly moved, pulling my panties down from around my knees. I grinned and ran my fingers through his hair. "Go on, Frankie, smell my pussy. Sniff around down there. Smell all the woman of me."

Frankie closed his eyes and started sniffing for all he was worth. He moved forward and I urged him on with my hands. He moved until his nose was buried in the crisp hair of my pussy. I could hear him moan into my twat. The sensation was wild.

In the meantime, Frankie was pulling at his crotch. I decided that I had to encourage him. "Pull it out, Frankie," I said. "Pull out your cock and play with it while I let you lick out my pussy. Come on boy. Let's get your dick into your hand."

My talk seemed to drive him out of his mind. He shuddered and unzipped his pants. When he pulled his cock out, I leaned back a little to see it. He had a real nice tool. It was a little bigger than average and already dripping around the head.

But it was clear that I wasn't going to get fucked by that cock. I moved forward again and felt his face against my pussy hairs. "Bury your nose in there," I whispered, as I felt him sticking his tongue from between his lips to flick at my clit. I reached down with one hand to spread my cunt lips with my fingers, giving him better access to my clit.

Frankie went wild. He started licking in broad swipes around the lips of my pussy. His tongue seemed impossibly long and flat, and it awakened responses in my pussy that were almost totally new, which is saying something when you're a sixteen year old whore.

Around and around my clit his tongue moved, and then down to tongue at the actual entrance of my cunt. His tongue became long and pointed and he started probing into the channel of my twat. I was dripping already. It seemed as if a gallon of cunt juice was combining with the spit that poured off his tongue and cascaded down my legs.

I reached around and unfastened my skirt so that it was completely off. Then I kicked the panties which were around my feet into the comer. I spread my legs and ground my crotch forward and into Frankie's hungry mouth.

His hand was moving a mile a minute on his cock, and his tongue was moving a mile a minute in my twat. "Oh, Frankie boy, get your tongue up that hole. Come on. Lick out my cunt. Lick out my cunt. Eat my pussy juice. Eat it out. Clean my twat. Oooooohhhhhh!"

I felt Frankie's juice hit my legs. His free hand moved up and gripped on heavy butt cheek. His fingers ground into my naked flesh as he shot his load into the air where it hit my legs and ass. And I know I drenched his face with my pussy juice. I shuddered and rippled of incredible delight went through my naked body as I came again and again. It was a wonderful orgasm for both of us.

Then there was the guy with all the rubber stuff. He was really crazy that guy. But he wasn't dangerous and I went along with him. Shit doc, what's a whore for, right? Even a sixteen year old whore.

I was getting pretty experienced by the time I met Ralph. And I was getting to be some kind of a junkie. I was on the hard stuff now.

And my habit was getting outta sight. I had to turn at least eight or nine tricks a day for Buzzy to keep me supplied. And that was all I was working for by that time. I never saw any money. Buzzy kept me fed and high and other than that, I never saw a penny.

Anyway, this guy Ralph, he became a real regular with me. His pad was really weird, too. Almost as weird as Ralph was. But I dug that, too. He had all kinds of black light all over the place, and there were these crazy pictures all over the wall. Lemme tell you about the first time. With a wicked smile, "You talked me into it!' Ralph made me a drink. And he was real smooth and easy to talk to. But I knew he was weird because he was wearing a pair of tight rubber pants and a thin rubber tank top. You know, doc, the kind with the little straps that go up over the shoulders.

Also, he was a big stud. Not some kind of blubber ball like three quarters of these guys, but a muscle type. He was in his mid twenties. Still a groovy young guy, but he was on this rubber kick, and I noticed right away that he didn't have any hair on his chest. He was completely smooth from where I could see. And when you get to know men as well as I do, you know that a physical type like Ralph oughta be covered with hair.

Well, he was apparently paying a hell of a lot for me, because I was supposed to stay all night, if he wanted me to. That was something I didn't do very often.

We got pretty drunk. And I was already stoned outta my mind. So the whole scene started to get really groovy.

"How old are you?" Ralph asked me.

"I'm sixteen," I said. He smiled and took a sip of his drink. His hand moved up on the sofa, behind me. I could smell the tight rubber that covered his body. It was kind of neat. A new kick for me. I was getting tired of the same old fucking and sucking.

"I've got some things that you'd look real nice in. I'd like you to let me dress you up," he said. I was all for it. Well, hell! I was earning my dope this way. I had to be all for practically everything.

"Why not," I said. I looked at him and grinned.

"Come on," he said. We went into the bedroom, which was almost even weirder than the living room. The walls were covered with black rubber. There was a big rubber spread on the bed. And again, all that black light. Groovy, I gotta admit. "Take off your clothes," he said. And he didn't even watch as I did it. So I just stripped down as fast as possible. And then I was naked and feeling very strange. But good!

Ralph came over to me carrying an armful of rubber He dropped it all on the bed, and picked up one piece. It was a kind of a halter. It covered my tits and about halfway down my torso. But there were little holes in the tips of the cups and my nipples stuck through, bulging out of the holes in a real groovy way. I was feeling pretty damned sexy already.

Next, Ralph pulled a tight pair of pants up my legs. Except that these pants were different. They fit so tight that they felt like a second skin. But there was no crotch in them. And my ass was uncovered. When I had them on, my hairy pussy was hanging out from my crotch, surrounded by all this groovy black rubber. And my ass cheeks were bulging out behind. I could feel them with the air brushing lightly over them.

Then came the boots. They were almost hip length like the kind of waders that a fisherman uses. I pulled them on and there was only one piece of rubber left on the bed. It was some kind of a weird hood. Ralph pulled it down over my head, and the holes in the nose and eyes slipped into place as easy as you please, as well as the mouth hole.

Then, Ralph stood back and looked at me. There was an entirely new expression in his eyes. His eyes were blazing. And I was really out of my mind, too. My pussy was twitching.

And then, while we were staring at each other, Ralph did something funny. He started pigling parts of his clothing away. First, he reached for a zipper I hadn't seen before. And suddenly his cock and balls were hanging out on the rubber. The pants he had on were almost exactly like mine, except for his size of course. And his ass and equipment was hanging out just like mine was.

And something else: the dude was completely hairless. He didn't have any cock hair. He mentioned it. "I shave myself. It gives a more exciting sensation against the wonderful smooth surfaces of the rubber to have no hair on one's body. He smiled and came close to me. I would like to shave your pussy. To see your cunt lips hanging out of those pants with no hair to mar their beauty."

I looked at him for a moment, and then I nodded. Why in hell not? It would make me even more exciting to some of my customers, and it might be a neat kick. I looked at him for a moment. "Why not? That would be groovy," I said.

He looked at me for a moment, and then he led me to the bed. "Lay down," he ordered. When he came back he was carrying a safety razor and some other things, including some water in a little bowl. He unfastened the pants and folded the flaps back from my belly. Then he used an aerosol can to cover me with lather. And then he began to shave my pussy. It was a wild experience. The warm water kept flowing between my cunt lips, and his fingers brushed my clit constantly, keeping me in a state of extreme excitement.

And the hair was removed from my pussy. It was an incredible sensation when he was done. He fastened the pants back into place, leaving my twat still exposed, of course. "Explore your cunt," he said. "Feel how nice it is when all that hair is removed."

I did as he suggested, and it was terrific. As I did that he grabbed one of my hands, and placed it on his balls. They were as hairless as I was, and the entire scene became more and more exciting.

Ralph lay down beside me and we kissed deeply. I could feel his belly against my twat, could feel his cock probing at the entrance of my hole. But he didn't seem at all in a hurry to get into my twat. He twined his legs behind me and mashed his rubber covered body against mine. Our hands slid down and we caught each other's asses in our hands, my hands squeezing his hard, trim ass. His hands buried themselves in the heavy globes of my own butt.

"Piss," he said simply.

"Huh?" I said.

"Can you piss?" he asked me.

I thought about it for a moment. And knew that I could. "Yeah," I said. He was close to me and breathing hard.

"Then piss," he said, and I felt a wetness against my twat; only there, no where else, and so I sighed and gave in, and the piss started to flow from our bodies. Ralph kissed me deeply as we felt the liquid from our bodies drenching our pubic areas.

And after that, he had an enormous hard-on and he pulled back to lodge his cock into my twat. And he slid in, slow and easy. Just the way I really dig it. And we fucked. Our hairless bellies met at every down stroke. He fucked me like that for almost an hour, keeping himself hot, bringing me an incredible amount of pleasure. And then we both came, me several times, those ripples of deep pleasure making me sigh and breathe heavy as he fucked my cunt. It was one of the most memorable fucks I've ever had.

So that's it, doc. I'm a whore. Oh, I'm glad that I'm here, at the clinic. I've kicked the drugs. But I don't know if I'll be able to stay clean after I'M on the outside. I really like those things. And the thoughts of the drugs doing bad things to me are very abstract. I'm young and healthy and there haven't been any heavy effects yet. Of course, I can get all I want to, so that's something.

Debbie is an interesting case. A young girl from a relatively well to do family who runs away from home at the tender age of fifteen and turns to prostitution in the big city.

Debbie was brought to the clinic after a near overdose caused her hospitalization. It is remarkable that she still feels as if the drugs are not harming her, and that she is so close to returning to her life of men and sex.

After a deal of in depth therapy, Debbie has been brought to the realization that her activities are a reaction to the unfortunate affair that led to her leaving home in the first place. That, and the fact that Debbie had always had an unnatural attraction for her father, which also led to a great rivalry developing between her and her mother, all this being a contributory factor in her actions and the consequences.

Debbie is still in analysis. And only time will tell whether a cure has been affected.