Before Debbie could say a word, Officer Rex grabbed her wrists and put all his weight down on her. He was so much heavier than she thought. Debbie felt the air pushed out of her lungs. He wrestled his way between her legs until she couldn't close them, pressed the dripping head of his cock against her tight pussy, and thrust deep as he could. He rocked his body back and forth, prying his way in.
Debbie thought she could handle it. At first, she thought she could just stare over his shoulder at the ceiling and get it over with. But every time Debbie thought Rex was all the way inside her, he slid another inch inside. Tight as she was down there, he had trouble stretching her open but that didn't stop him from trying. Officer Rex just plunged deeper, harder, thrusting faster, groaning, letting his heavy balls slap against her until it sounded like marbles slapping together. Debbie twisted her face and grit her teeth.
"Can you go slower?" she asked.
"No."
Before she could ask again, Officer Rex sped up. He took her as hard as he could. Debbie could barely take it. She wriggled and kicked, her heels thudding on the mattress, legs up in the air. Her wrists were pinned down to the bed and his squeezing bruised her. Her ballerina music box fell off her night table and crashed on the floor. The bed started squeaking like a hurt mouse and that sound mixed with Rex's ugly grunts. Sweat ran down his forehead and dripped on her face. His chest hair was damp and Debbie could smell his cologne all over her.
"I'll let you tire yourself out this time," Rex muttered. "Give it all you got!"
He clenched his teeth, pulled his hips back, and slammed deep between her legs. Debbie tried to push him off but she might as well have tried to push a train off the tracks. It wasn't happening. She started getting winded and knew she couldn't keep struggling forever. Officer Rex built up a lot of stamina chasing down criminals and he wasn't getting tired at all. Debbie put up a feeble struggle for a few more minutes before she went limp. Do it for poppa, she whimpered to herself. Do it for poppa.
"That's right, Debra." Rex slammed her into the mattress, going until he was balls deep inside. "Do it for Doug."
She thought he would be gentler once she stopped squirming but she was wrong. Debbie clenched her teeth and scrunched up her face as her b cup breasts jiggled back and forth. Legs open, she closed her eyes and tried to ignore the splitting in half feeling deep in her gut. All she could hear was Officer Rex grunting, the mattress squeaking like a trapped bird, and her poppa's pathetic sobbing outside. She didn't have a choice. Debbie opened herself and took the fuck, hips rocking against the huffing, puffing wolf on top of her.
That's when it came for her. The grinding, the friction, the full feeling mixed with the raunchy wet smell of sex filling the room. Debbie clenched her teeth and wrapped her legs around Officer Rex's waist. He pulled back and raised his hips up to thrust again but Debbie's legs were so tight around him that she lifted off the bed too. She clung to him with his cock still impaled balls deep inside and it stayed there, stuck inside her as he pounded her into the mattress grunting "fuck, fuck, fuck" over and over and over. Debbie's whole body started to twitch and her damp pussy clamped down on his cock. Her tummy did somersaults as she milked Rex's meat and her mind went fuzzy. Debbie shook from top to bottom and her eyes rolled back in her head. She let out a sound she never made before and, outside, her poppa let out a howl like a lost dog. Officer Rex pressed her into the mattress, grunting and snorting like a rabid hog in heat, and gave three more ball deep thrusts before moaning "fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck" in her ear.
Officer Rex's baton hard cock shot ropes of wet ball gravy between her legs. He collapsed on top of her, trapping her under his weight while he drained his big nuts. Debbie wanted to vomit every time she felt his softening meat twitch and ooze more cum inside her. She stared at her nightstand and shivered under him as he caught his breath. After a few minutes laying on top of her, Rex pulled his slimy meat from her pussy and sat up. She stared at the ceiling with her legs wide open leaking up. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Officer Rex stumble from her bed like a shaved bear waking up after winter. He put his uniform back on, picked up his service weapon, and picked up her ballerina music box off the floor.
"Don't be stupid and get knocked up." Officer Rex set the box on her nightstand. "Because if you do, you're on your own. Got it?"
"I won't."
"You really love your poppa, don't you?" He looked her up and down. "You better keep him out of trouble. Next time I might not be so generous."
"I will."
Debbie closed her legs, pulled her covers over her naked body. She could still feel his cum oozing across her legs. She was ready to fall asleep but Officer Rex told her to get dressed and peel her poppa up off the ground outside. Debbie's body was sore when she put her jeans and top back on. When she went outside, her poppa was still crying and she could smell his wet piss-stained paints from the trailer door. His forehead was lying in a puddle of vomit. Officer Hall was disgusted with him and just sat on the hood of their cop car with a cigarettte waiting on his partner. Officer Rex leaned down and unlocked her poppa's hand cuffs.
"You know you brought this shit on yourself, Doug so don't be sore about this." Officer Rex gave her poppa a hard kick in the gut and Officer Hal snorted when poppa vomited again. "And you call yourself a fucking man?"
Debbie cried "poppa" and rushed to his side. She crouched down and tried to wipe the vomit off his face with his shirt. Officer Hall rolled down the passenger window and told her to "clean that trash off the street" before they wrote her a ticket. He was still laughing at his own joke when Officer Rex drove off. When Debbie grabbed her poppa's arm and tried to help him up off the ground, he pushed her away as hard as he could. She fell down into the dust and felt all the places her body ached.
"Gyt thu furk off meh, yuh furking whore!" Doug climbed to his feet and wiped the vomit off his face. "Gyt thu furk outta my way!"
Debbie picked herself up. Her insides still hurt but she felt warm inside too. And dizzy. Her poppa stumbled past her and made it to the front door before tripping over himself and crashing into the living room table. Debbie rushed over to help and this time he let her but he couldn't look her in the eye. She held her breath and tried not to smell the piss drying on his legs as she helped him into the shower. She let him wash up while she sat on the toilet pissing out as much as Officer Rex's cum as she could. Debbie's pussy was so bruised and swollen the semen barely oozed out. It plopped in the toilet in long drips and she could feel most of it still swimming around inside her. Her poppa broke down crying again and curled up in a naked ball on the tub floor. He did the same thing when momma left them. Debbie watched him to make sure he didn't drown. She couldn't afford to have a baby but she couldn't afford birth control either. Debbie decided tomorrow, she would go see Bambi down the street and see if she could borrow some Plan B pills. Only another Bumpkin girl would get what happened and not ask too many questions. Debbie flushed the toilet and closed her eyes. Somewhere out there a police siren screamed in the dark.
