Silent gasps escaped from Megan's throat as her boyfriend thrust into her. His grunts were muffled by her soft neck and delicate shoulder. Sweat covered their naked bodies. Long blond hair covered the pillow beneath Megan's head. She whimpered and moaned as Brian's penis moved within her. He hadn't looked that big to her, but he felt enormous inside her virginal cleft. There had been pain, but it was leaving now. Building pleasure replaced it.
The prom dress Megan had saved for since her eighteenth birthday lay in a heap on the stained chair in the corner. Clouds of orange stuffing vomited from holes torn in the brown, orange, and yellow upholstery. The pieces of Brian's tuxedo lay strewn on top of her dress, like a dismembered corpse trying to mimick the actions on the bed.
In even worse shape than the twenty year-old chair, the bed screamed and groaned under the shifting weight of the young couple. It thumped against the wall but there was no one in the next room to hear it. The motel manager was the only other human within miles and he was shut safely in the office, six doors down, obliviously partaking in his own frantic lovemaking. His pumping right hand and the May 1986 issue of Penthouse couldn't hear the banging of the bed either.
Brian rose up onto his hands as he continued to thrust. Megan felt suddenly and intensely exposed. Her small breasts bounced with the meager force of his hips. The bed thumped, thumped, thumped against the wall, ticking away the moments of her first sexual experience. Moments she would never get back.
His face twisted into an ugly grimace and Megan suddenly became aware of the smell in the room before a strangled grunt burst from Brian's throat. She could feel with surprising clarity his penis begin to convulse inside her, spilling his seed into her fertile womb. Rotten meat. That's what the smell was.
Megan lay motionless on the bed while her prom date ejaculated into her vagina. His face kept getting more and more ugly as he climaxed.
Finally, his body began to relax. He slipped out of her, breathing heavily, and fished a beer out of the cooler he'd left at the foot of the bed. He stood naked, drinking. His penis was soft now and wet with his own sperm. It shone with the flashing red light of the motel sign outside their window. Megan began to cry.
