Chapter 1
Emily Grayfield woke up at two o'clock in the morning. She had one of her hands between her legs, her fingers in her pussy, and, when she discovered that, she pulled her hand away as if her pussy was on fire.
Maybe it was. Her pussy was wet and swollen and she thought she could feel it twitching.
She hated that. She hated when her body let itself go. Her husband Frank was beside her and she was glad he was fast asleep. It would be horrible if Frank found her like that, wet between the legs like a slut, her pussy gone to the Devil.
Squirming under the sheet, she pulled her nightgown down to cover her knees. Her fingers were sticky with her pussy-juice and she couldn't avoid thinking about where they'd been.
Was she responsible for what she did in her sleep? Yes, of course, she was. God was aware of everything, even of what she did when she was asleep.
It was one thing to get a little wet when Frank climbed on her twice a month. She read in a magazine it was normal for a woman to
lubricate when a man put his prick inside her pussy. She felt nothing when Frank did it. It was an ordeal, something she had to bear as a woman.
But Frank was not on top of her now and there was no reason for her pussy to be wet except as a result of the Devil's work in her mind.
Nasty thoughts. Only God knew what she'd been dreaming about, it must have been awful.
Five years of marriage at twice a month meant Frank had put his cock inside her pussy more than one hundred twenty times. It was awful. Sometimes she heard the noise his prick made when it slid in and out of her pussy-hole. He never lasted long, just a few strokes and then he would shoot his slimy spunk and roll off her body.
Before she got married, she told herself, well, all right, it doesn't take more than a few minutes and then it's over. She wanted to be married. She liked Frank. He had a good job selling Bibles for a big publishing company. She hardly made anything at her job as an assistant librarian and it was much easier to be married to Frank. They'd been talking about her having a baby next year. Maybe that was what she needed to get her on the right side of God again. They'd put off having a baby because she didn't want it, but how much longer could she wait? Maybe it was time she started raising a family. Maybe when Frank came back from this next trip, she would stop using the pills and get herself pregnant.
She couldn't sleep any more. She tossed and turned on the bed and then finally she decided to get up. She found her robe on the chair where she'd left it and she quietly slipped out of the room. She decided to step outside for some air.
In the morning Frank would leave for a three-day trip around the state. In a way she was proud of him. He worked hard bringing the word of the Bible to all the people.
There was a full moon in the sky and when she walked out into the warm night air she was completely awake.
She heard the noise immediately. It came from the patio of the Morgan house next door. A high wooden fence separated the two properties, but the slats of the fence were far enough apart so that if she got up close she could see the other side.
The noise was a little weird. It sounded like grunting and groaning, almost as if someone was in pain.
Curious about who might be out there at this time of night, Emily moved carefully across the lawn to the fence and peered through one of the breaks in the slats.
Her breath caught in her throat, and she covered her mouth to stifle the sound of it.
The Morgans were out there on their patio. Adele Morgan was bent over one of the small tables and her husband Phil was standing behind her and fucking her from the rear.
Emily was frozen, spellbound by what she was looking at. At first she couldn't believe it, but then Adele groaned as Phil lurched- forward and there was no doubt what they were doing.
Frank had never fucked Emily that way, but she knew there were people who did such things.
It was awful. Adele had her nightgown pulled up to her waist and her creamy white ass gleamed in the moonlight as Phil slammed into it again and again.
For a moment Emily thought Phil might be fucking Adele in the asshole, but then she decided it couldn't be true. The Morgans weren't perverts. They were basically nice people. It was impossible to imagine Adele Morgan would let her husband stick his prick up her ass.
It's a sin to watch them, Emily thought. She knew God wanted her to stop looking, but she couldn't help it, she had to watch them do it.
They looked like two animals. Emily's angle of view was from the side, and at intervals she thought she could see Phil's cock as it slid in and out of Adele's pussy.
Adele always looked so sweet and proper and yet here she was bent over like a bitch-dog getting it from behind.
It's the Devil in people, Emily thought. No matter how nice people seemed, most of them had some of the Devil in them.
She found herself trembling and she decided she couldn't take any more. Turning away from the fence, she hurried back to the house.
She heard Adele again before she reached the back door. Adele Morgan groaned as her husband rammed his cock into her pussy one more time.
Emily shuddered, covered her ears and slipped inside her house.
I can't stand it, she thought.
She had to do something. She had to keep her mind off what she'd seen.
She had a sudden urge to run. I'll drive, she thought. She would take the car and drive. It would do her good to get out of the house. Frank was asleep and he wouldn't know the difference. And if the Morgans heard her drive away-, maybe they'd realize what they were doing was horrible and filthy.
Oh, yes, Emily thought. She didn't need anything but her robe. Her car was right there in the driveway at the side of the house. Fly away, little girl, she thought with a soft giggle, fly away into the night.
Grabbing her purse off the table in the hall, she slipped out of the house and into her car.
A moment later she started up the motor and the car rolled out of the driveway and into the road.
She felt a little wild, a little crazy driving around in her nightgown at two in the morning. Like some beautiful princess fleeing in the night. Everyone said she was beautiful. She thought she had a nice face but she didn't know how beautiful it was. Her body was something else. Her body always caused the men to look at her.
Her body, she was sure, was the work of the Devil.
Only the Devil would give a woman lush boobs like she had, tits like ripe fruit, heavy and slightly pendant, the nipples thick and long and extremely sensitive. All she had to do was touch her nipples and she would get funny feelings and a twitching between her legs.
Frank liked to suck her tits. She hated it because her nipples were so sensitive, but of course she would always let him do it and then her nipples would get swollen and stiff and she would feel even worse.
One thing was sure, she would never again be able to face Adele Morgan without remembering Adele bent over like a dog and getting fucked from behind.
It's indecent, Emily thought. People ought to have the decency to stay in their bedrooms when they want to fuck.
She drove around aimlessly, and before long she wasn't sure where she was or where she was going.
After a while she found herself on a road leading out to the countryside and she decided to drive on it for a time. At least she'd be away from any possible trouble downtown.
She had no idea what time it was now. Poor Emily, she thought, you're like a lost soul out here in the night.
She was into farmland now and the houses were few and separated by miles. In the distance she could see the sky getting lighter and because of that she knew she was heading east. Maybe it was time to turn back. Frank would be leaving in the morning and she had to get up before him to make his breakfast. She herself wouldn't be working, not for a whole month. This was her vacation time.
Suddenly the motor of the car sputtered and began dying.
"Oh, God," Emily wailed. She pumped the gas pedal but nothing changed. Then she noticed the gas gauge and she wailed again. She was out of gas on a lonely road in the middle of the night and in the middle of nowhere.
She got the car off the road and onto the gravel shoulder, and for a while she just sat there stunned. Then she wanted to cry. Then she told herself she was a grown woman and something like this could happen to anyone. What she had to do was find some help and get some gas and get back home before morning. That's what she had to do.
She climbed out of the car and stood there on the gravel. Thank God it was a warm night. She looked around her and then far off across a field to the south she saw what looked like a house and a light of some kind, maybe a porch light.
She had no idea where the road was that led to the house. There was nothing to do except trudge across the field and get directly to it.
She tightened the belt of her robe and started walking. They'll think I'm crazy, she thought. What would they think about a woman out in the middle of the night in her nightgown?
It took more time and effort than she expected. The house was a good two hundred yards from the road, and by the time she arrived she was weary and her feet were covered with mud and the dogs in the yard of the house were barking like wild beasts.
She was afraid. The house was big and it looked spooky. There was a single naked bulb shining on the old porch and the flies and the moths were buzzing around it in a mad swirl.
God help me, she thought, it's my own fault.
The lights suddenly went on downstairs in the house and then the front door opened and a tall man stood there in the doorway.
"Who the hell is that?" the man said.
Emily couldn't see his face, all she saw was a dark form blocking the light of the room inside. "My car ran out of gas," she said. "I'd be grateful if you'd let me use your telephone."
The man grunted something, his voice harsh but the words indistinct. Then he said, "All right, come on inside. There ain't no phone, but maybe my boy can find some gas in the shed."
Emily was suddenly afraid, suddenly reluctant to enter the house. She still hadn't seen the man's face and she didn't like the way he talked. Then she told herself she was being silly. He'd offered to help, hadn't he? Fighting off her fears, she climbed the steps and followed the man inside.
In the yellow light of a not-too-clean kitchen, they looked at each other.
He was tall and gaunt, with an unshaved face and steel blue eyes. He wore farmer's overalls and under them an old blue work-shirt with sleeves rolledup to show forearms brown and muscled and hairy.
He frightened her. He had a look of immense animal strength about him and she found herself trembling when their eyes met.
Then he dropped his eyes from her face to her body and his lips pulled back in a yellow-toothed grin.
"You look like you been walking around in your sleep," he said. "You ain't hardly wearing anything."
Emily suddenly heard a noise and turned as a woman walked into the kitchen.
"Well, what do you know?" the woman said. "Who's this, Abner? Some little pussycat you brought in from town? Has she been here all night?"
The man cursed. "Don't be crazy, woman. She walked over here from the road. She says her car's run out of gas."
The woman looked at Emily. She was a tall woman with dark hair, younger than the man she called Abner. She was dressed like Emily, a belted robe over a nightgown. Emily thought the woman's robe looked a bit faded, but she told herself she hadn't exactly stumbled into the Ritz.
"I'd appreciate your help," Emily said.
The woman smiled. She had white even teeth, much nicer to look at than the teeth of the man. But the smile was not warm. There was something strange about the smile, almost vicious.
The family name was Amberson. Abner Amberson and Julia Amberson and their son Calvin Amberson. Emily never did find out Beth's last name, not until a long time had passed.
But Emily didn't care about names as she sat there in the kitchen surrounded by the Amber-sons. She didn't care about names at all. The way they looked at her made her cringe. Something was happening. They looked at her and then they looked at each other and something was happening. Emily suddenly had the feeling this night was the beginning of something dreadful.