Chapter 1
Lee Marks pushed herself even tighter against the small, metal post. The cold steel invaded her warmth, shooting through the thin fabric of her bathrobe. Underneath the robe, the tall, lovely blonde was naked.
No one in the large crowd noticed her pushing evenly up against the pole; nor, did they notice the unmistakable curves underneath her thin covering. Instead, all heads were turned towards the large flames leaping into the night sky of Seaside. It was one of the few times during the past three years that the appearance of Lee Marks did not divert all attention.
The fire raged through an old, wooden barn which had sometime in the past been part and parcel of the Browning farm. Since the departure of the farming family to greener acres, the structure had become a retreat for the small boys of the town and sometimes even the scene of virginal sacrifice of some of the small town's most desirable females. Tonight it's purpose and function was that of a Saturday night diversion; an event that would be discussed throughout the town for the next few weeks or until some other event of greater drama unfolded.
The arrival of the Seaside Fire Department caused great excitement with the crowd. A wave of energy passed through the men and women as they struggled to get closer.
"Allright, folks!" Shouted the Captain Ben Grant, "Clear the area ... give us a chance, folks!"
His heavy, resonant voice resounded through the crackling sounds of the fire and the people obeyed. The townspeople always obeyed Ben Grant because he was that kind of man. His tall, rugged appearance, his friendly smile, his darting blue eyes gave him the appearance of a Roman warrior. As Neil Strong, the town toastmaster general said of Ben Grant during the presentation of the Seaside Memorial Man of the Year Award, "Ben Grant has a presence and a character which even the Gods respect and bow down to." The women of Seaside, a hearty and good-looking bunch who retained much of their naturalness and youthful energy all agreed with Neil Strong's accolade.
So, as it always happened whenever Ben Grant issued a command, the townspeople obeyed. The path between them was used as a roadway for the old hook and ladder while the department's water pump truck drove around to the other side of the barn and hooked up to the well.
The steel rod between her thighs seemed to melt into a soft, pulsating organism. Lee now had her legs wrapped around the object and was riding up and down the tube with short, even strokes. Watching Ben Grant as he strode with animal-like grace towards the flaming building drove the woman into even greater heights of ecstasy.
The barn had burned in such a manner as to leave one half still untouched by the flames. This was the section to which Captain Ben Grant directed his energies. Lugging the heavy hose which had been brought to him from the hidden pumper, the tall, burly man stalked towards the death giving flames.
The crowd 'ooed' and 'ahhhd' as the water hit the flames and a great burst of steam rose. Their excitement grew as Captain Grant moved in even closer, trying to get to the base of the flames.
The bathrobe fell open just enough so that the cold metal rested directly against Lee's moist pubis. She moved her hands down and spread her warm, tingling lips manipulating herself so that her erect pearl was touched directly. One breast fell free from the bonds of the robe, but Lee did not bother to cover it. The heat of the fire combined with the cold, ocean night combined to raise her nipple to a hard, aching erection.
The first cry from within the barn went almost unnoticed by eveyone. The wood and the frame had been screeching like an animal as it dissolved into ashes and the structure itself bended and swayed with its' changing geometry. No one could have ever heard the small cry of terror coming from within the Hellish roar of the fire.
But Ben Grant heard it. For fifteen years Ben Grant had been fighting fires and for fifteen years Ben Grant had trained his senses to such a fine pitch that he could 'feel' what a fire was doing. His ability to give himself completely to the energy, draw the power into himself and understand its moods gave the man an extraordinary sense. Some people even went so far as to say that Ben was always sad when a fire had finally been crushed to burning embers because it was only during the height of the fire that Ben Grant really lived. It was this feeling, then, this extra grain of involvement; which pulled Ben from the expected into the realm of the unknown.
The Captain dropped his end of the hose to the ground and turned to Jimmy Blackburn, "Jim," Ben said, trying to speak in a voice that only Jim could hear, "I believe there's someone inside. Cover me!"
Jimmy Blackburn had worked beside the Captain for all of his eight years on the force. Both men respected each other greatly. Jimmy was aware of his bosses' talents. He had a keen eye to developing his own abilities in accordance with Ben Grant's. Together, they made a fine team, sometimes reacting and acting with just a word or a nod between them.
Lee stopped moving her naked body against the post. Ben Grant was going inside! The crowd became hushed and Lee began to falter. She had worked herself to a higher pitch than ever, she had become more abandoned than ever but now that surge, that drive towards that unknown place was fleeing her. Once again, she was divided into two, separate women. One part of her began to worry, to care for Ben Grant and whoever was inside the barn. The other half wanted desperately to throw off the robe which now hung open in front, throw herself into the crown and wait for Ben Grant to extinguish the fire that raged in her loins. But as Ben disappeared into the flaming Hell, Lee Marks knew that her evening was over. She drew her robe tightly around her body and leaned, exhausted and nervous, against the steel post.
Jimmy Blackburn counted to himself. He knew that Ben had only another minute before he would be consumed by the smoke. If the smoke didn't get him then the fire would. The crowd was silent, waiting for the return of the man who was their hero.
It seemed an eternity but finally the Captain of the Seaside Fire Department emerged from the barn. In his arms he carried the crumpled figure of a small boy. A tall, thin woman shrieked and ripped through the crowd to get to her son.
"Billy! Billy!" she cried.
"The kid's going to be alright, Mrs. Samuels...."
Ben smiled as he handed the frightened child to his mother. He could see the outline of her bra against her thin blouse and remembered those high, pointed breasts that he had loved to touch.
"Thank you, Ben" she said, seeing his eyes resting on her aching and relieved chest, "you make a woman love you in every way...."
And she turned and ran through the crowd. By this time her husband was driving up the dirt road, swerving into the pasture and beating his horn. As usual, Jack Samuels had spent the night 'with the boys' playing poker and drinking. As the plump man constantly reminded his wife: "Those nights are the only times I really ever feel alive...."Mrs. Samuels had learned to laugh at that, feeling the irony of her life and the need for something more ripping at her insides.
Ben watched the lithe, often pretty woman jump into her husband's car. It did not seem as though Jack would make it out of the pasture ruts and back onto the road. But after a lot of dust and a lot of wasted tire revolutions the short, plump man finally managed to gain control of his machine. If the kid had been in worse shape Ben Grant could not have afforded to laugh as loud as he did now.
His laughter reached her and made her feel even lonlier. At once she was relieved and ashamed. She watched the crowd begin to disperse, the people talking in excited voices as they headed back to resume their Saturday Night in Seaside. Their happiness, their willingness to accept the excitement of the fire and than turn their backs on the charred embers somehow struck a bad note in the woman. Her mind created images of everyone dancing naked around what once was the Browning barn, and Lee Marks had to laugh. Her laughter drew the looks of a few of the man who smiled and winked at her. She had been the object of many fantasies in this small town, but she had never allowed reality to invade her loins. It was this dream-like quality, the unreality of the winks and the people themselves that the voluptuous woman carried back to her small motel which overlooked the Pacific Ocean.
The Seaside Motel was owned and operated by Lee Marks. She had bought the rambling, eight cottage affair when she first came to Seaside. Business had never been that good because Seaside found itself somewhere in that limbo which exists between a resort town and an industrial town. But the small motel made enough money to keep Lee alive, and to provide a college education for her seventeen year old son Robert.
The house was dark and warm. Lee always left the heat on in order to prevent the mould and rot from winning their almost continual fight against the residents of the beach.
The nude woman knew what she would have to do. Her night had become one of torture and frustration. She padded naked from the small kitchen, through the living room with its fireplace and dark red wallpaper and into her small bedroom.
The room was only large enough for a single bed and a dresser. Lee had liked it this way, feeling comfortable and cozy within the snug little square. As she lay down on the bed, not bothering to cover herself, she allowed herself to drift back in time to the fire ... to the image of Ben Grant and to the eventuality of her own satisfaction.
The glass fell to the floor. Lee threw her legs apart and touched herself with her hand. Her lips were moist and enlarged, her vagina a seething well of juices and heat. Her breasts reached skyward with every heaving breath and the nipples ached with the accumulation of the night's energies. Lee Marks was on her way, going to that place which she could only reach alone.
The images began flowing freely through her mind. Her state was one of half sleep, half wakefulness. At first her mind seethed in an orange glow. The pulsating heat of the color then formed itself into a tight little ball and began moving slowly down the length of her body.
Her hands rested on her thighs. Her fingers vibrated with anticipation. The ball moved steadily. It rode across the mound of her breast, striking at her nipple and setting that dollar of pink skin aflame. Lee gasped, clicking her tongue outwards and maintaining the image of her pleasure.
The further the ball moved down her naked body the more intense its' light grew. It shimmered and pulsated as it crossed her flat stomach than lifted and rolled smoothly across her rounded belly. She began to breathe more heavily now, needing to control her every movement, needing to concentrate now on just one thing.
Her tuft of blonde pubic hair was set afire by the orange ball. It rode the mound and then began etching its way into her vagina. Lee struggled to keep her hands on her thighs away from the consuming ball of fire.
And then it reached home. She moved her hands quickly into her cunt, spreading her lips and drawing her legs together tightly around her hands. She had the flame! And her loins were on fire.
The naked woman rocked and thrust, feeling the energy and heat between her widespread thighs. The fire was getting large, it was destined to consume her entire being ... to mould her into its private playground of destruction. Lee began to panic, knowing the feeling well and yet still panicking.
The battle was being lost. The fire raged onwards. But then she heard it, heard that welcome sound of metal beating against wood. The room was filled with smoke but she could see the edge of the axe slicing through the splintering wood of her bedroom door. He had come!
The tall, burly man moved with grace and a certain fury. Lee watched him as he bashed down the rest of the door and stepped inside. He wore only a pair of boots, a helmet and a broad grin. His prick was erect and huge, so large in fact that he had to hold it with both hands.
Lee waited, throbbing with pain and pleasure as the man stood above her and began masturbating over her. His hands moved smoothly up and down his shaft, and Lee could tell, as she always did, that he was confident.
Finally, his prick began throbbing. The white stuff shot from his head onto her flaming pussy. The steam rose as the liquid came in contact with the fire. Lee felt herself giving way to the relief, falling backwards and releasing her hold completely.
When he had finished, the man left the room. The fire had been extinguished. Lee was allowed now to sleep for the night ... to sleep as though she had made it with a man ... as though she were a real woman capable of loving instead of a woman possessed by fire.