Chapter 33

THURSDAY — OCTOBER 3, A LITTLE EARLIER IN THE DAY

Fred, wearing baggy trunks, and the three women wearing "modest" bikinis, stood on the beach. "Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh," Jessica said as she grabbed Fred's hand. "I knew I would love this. I mean I've seen pictures and videos, but looking at it for real, it's..."

"So big," Fred offered as he put his arm around the teenager. "It's the Atlantic ocean," he laughed. "It's supposed to be big. But, you've seen it from the Cruiser as we drove in."

"Yeah, but now we're standing next to it. Look at all the sand," she said, gouging her toes in. Then glancing back up, "Oh, look. What kind of ship is that way out there?"

"That's a tanker. See the one to the right even farther out?"

"Hey," Jessica said, "that's a cruise ship, isn't it?"

"Looks like it to me," Fred laughed.

"The sand is so ... nice," she said looking around at the people lying around sunning themselves.

"If you like this beach, you'll really love some of the others. Oh, this is beautiful all right, but wait till you walk out on the beach at Pensacola, Fort Walton or Panama City. You can't even open your eyes without sun glasses, the sand is so white."

"Can I go for a swim," Jessica said over her shoulder to her mother, but already heading for the water, anyway.

Laughing as Jessica rushed ahead of them, Carla said, "She is wide open, isn't she? I do believe she likes Florida."

Quickly putting their stuff down, they trotted after Jessica. When they caught up with her, she was hesitantly standing in water up to her hips. "What about sharks? Several people get bitten every year. I've seen it on the news."

"Oh, if you see one, just run," Fred advised while trying to keep his face straight.

"But, but, you can't run in water," Jessica said as they waded out until it was almost up to her breasts, each of them bracing themselves as the next wave hit. She shaded her eyes to look at Fred as the sunlight reflected from the water. Then, "You're making fun of me. I can see that grin you're trying to hide."

Fred pulled her to him for a hug. "Yeah, I was just teasing. I have been here a bunch of times, though, and the only sharks I've seen were just showing a fin, and they were way out. I'm not even sure they were sharks, actually. If one is close, though, I suspect the best thing to do is just slowly ease away."

A little later, a water fight ensued, but a bigger wave came along and hit them while they weren't paying any attention. Jessica and Fred were left standing, but Carla and Audrey were washed over.

A moment later, when the sputtering was over, Jessica jumped and thrashed around in the water, then tried to climb Fred like he was a ladder. "Something touched my leg," she hissed out, her voice trembling.

Fred, when he could talk after the laughter, almost told her it was a shark, but thought better of it when he realized how frantic she already was. "Probably just a fish or a piece of driftwood," he said. "Did you see anything?"

"No, just a blur in the water."

"I don't see any jellyfish, so I doubt that anything will hurt you — except ... we need to get some sun block on or all of us are going to be cooked in short order. Even with the lotion, we're not going to stay out here long today. I've learned my lesson about Florida. It's no fun to get cooked all over your body. Makes for a miserable vacation. And with those bikinis, there's a lot of skin to cook," he laughed.

Walking back to the beach, they rented two big beach umbrellas and spread out their towels under them. The crowd from summer was long gone, and there was only a sparse number of people on the beach. Most were older folks, and a few families with smaller kids not yet in school. Some of the people were obviously late vacationers, though. Fred and his group had moved away from what little crowd there was and found a spot a couple hundred yards from the lifeguard tower.

While Jeff and the team had been returning from Ingles' destroyed house after a record snowstorm, Fred lay on his stomach while Audrey and Carla rubbed sunblock into his back and legs. Audrey looked around her, but there was no one close. Grinning, she slipped a hand up the baggy leg of Fred's trunks to tease his balls. He jerked.

"Don't start something you can't finish, Young Lady," he laughed, turning his head to look back at her.

"Well, maybe I can't, but all of us together did a pretty good job last night."

"Yeah, but unless I get a lot better in a hurry, he's going to have to settle for a blow-job tonight," Carla said as she knelt at Fred's head and worked sunblock into his shoulders.

Fred reached up and gently ran a hand between Carla's legs. She hissed in a breath and shivered at the welcome sensation. He smiled up at her, then with compassion, "I didn't mean to make you sore, Baby."

"Yeah, well, I didn't have to ride you that last time, either. You were gentle when you were driving; when it was my turn to steer, I got carried away. My womb liked slamming down on your cock last night, but she's paying for it now."

"I'm sorry, Baby."

"Oh, hush up, you big lunk. I know darn well I had to have slept with a grin on my face, sore pussy or not."

"Ladies, I love all the backhanded compliments you're giving out, but you're going to have to quit, or I'll have to lie on my stomach all day. If you keep on and I roll over, I'm going to be in trouble for sure."

Jessica, who had been sitting quietly as she put on sunblock, closed the top of the bottle and leaned over to whisper in Fred's ear. "Suppose we can stand out there in chest-deep water and you can stick that big thing up me?"

"Ughhhh," Fred complained as he felt his cock begin to swell. "Baby, I would love to do that, but that lifeguard and that cop by the tower probably wouldn't see it as funny if we did it with those families there able to see. I'm sure it goes on all the time, but it would be obvious what we're doing. Sometime later in the trip, we'll be on a beach about dark, and we'll do it then."

Jessica rolled her lip out as if she were pouting. "Oh, I'll bet that cop would love to watch."

Fred chuckled as he swapped places with the women and began rubbing sunblock into Carla's back. Glancing in the direction of the cop, "I'm sure he's already checked out you guys. He's been looking this way a lot with those binoculars."

"Well, we're not showing him much," Carla chimed in. "We didn't wear our smallest bikinis. These things could almost be called two-piece suits. You got all stuffy when we started putting on our real bikini's, remember?"

"The micros are fine for the lake at the RV park, and for a lot of beaches, or heck, even this one when there are a lot of young folks out here, but ... I don't know, those micros just didn't seem appropriate with a lot of old folks and young families out today."

"So, how did you know who would be here?" Jessica asked, then the answer became obvious, when she realized what time of year it was, and a weekday, besides.

"Bullshit," Carla said. "He just doesn't want other guys sniffing his pussy."

"Yep," Fred said when the giggling died down. "Besides that, I can't walk around with a hard-on out here in public, and if you had worn those things, I wouldn't have been able to help it."

"Ohhh, he says the nicest things," Audrey giggled. "Well a little crude ... but nice, anyway."

Later, they had walked back up to the street and found a hotdog stand. Sitting at a picnic table near the beach, they ate lunch, Fred occasionally grabbing someone's hand when Brenda wanted to say something to the women. They had gotten into a routine so when he obviously touched someone, they would all touch in order to hear Brenda. They were careful when people were around, but an observer would have been sure they were all nuts when they grabbed each other, then a few seconds later they would all laugh, then go on with their eating.

Back at the beach, they rented floats and played in the water for a while, but Fred was becoming concerned about sunburn, even with the repeated slathering of sunblock. While Carla's and Jessica's arms and faces were tanned, the rest of their bodies were not. Audrey was much the same, though with even less tan.

"Let's go, ladies. We can do this again tomorrow if you wish, but we need to get out of the sun before we cook."

"Spoilsport," Jessica said as she tried, unsuccessfully to push Fred from his float. He reached over and pushed down hard on the side of her float, dumping her in the chest-deep water. As she stood, the next wave lifted her, presenting her breasts nicely as they seemed to float on the water for an instant before the swell passed on.

Fred quickly averted his eyes as Fred Jr. started to swell. Shit, I'm like a teenager. Every time I look at a pair of tits, my dick gets hard. Whatever you did to me, Jeff, bless your soul.

A few minutes later, "What's that look on your face?" Jessica demanded as they pulled their floats the last few feet to shore.

"Just thinking how lucky I am," Fred answered with sincerity.

"Oh, isn't that sweet?" Carla, who was a little ahead of them, said as she brought them towels.

They returned the floats and the beach umbrellas, repacked the towels and other things they had brought into their backpacks. "We can shower and change over there," Fred said.

"Sounds good," Carla agreed.

They were taking one last look at the ocean when Fred glanced down the beach.

Three unkempt-looking guys wearing jeans and tee-shirts walked by three people lying on the beach sunning. Both women and the man with them were overweight, but not hugely fat. The women and man were all in their forties. The taller of the guys deliberately kicked sand at one of the two women.

The woman said something to the punk who kicked sand on her, and he reached down and yanked her bathing suit top to her stomach. Her large breasts wobbled as she shrieked and grabbed for her top. The man lying between the women said something and started to get up when the scumbag put his foot against the man's chest and shoved hard. The man sprawled on his back as the three sauntered away, laughing.

By then, Fred's three women had followed his gaze and saw the end of the little episode. Fred could tell when the three men focused on them. There was a short, laughing comment or two among the three assholes before they started purposfully toward Fred's group.

"Ah, shit," Fred said under his breath.

"We had better go," Audrey said as she glanced nervously at Fred, then back at the approaching men, the leers already visible on their faces. It was obvious they were coming straight to them.

Fred stared at the men, "Too late. All of you stay behind me."

Jessica tensed up. "No fucking way. There are three of them and only one of you."

Carla looked toward the tower. "Where the hell is that cop? I see his ATV, but I don't see him."

"Fred, don't you take any risks. Just put them down hard. End it quickly before they have time to hurt you. Baby, I don't like this. Do it like you did in that little town in Poland. There were four of them then, but you walked away, and none of them did. You're not a cop anymore, so you don't have to be nice to them. Do it the way you used to. I don't like the looks of this," Brenda repeated in his mind.

Fred could see the needle tracks on their arms, even smell the men when the wind shifted as the three reached them.

The tall one in the middle elbowed his buddy on the right, "Well butter my ass and call me a biscuit; sure looks like we got us some fine pussy."

"Fuck you," Jessica snarled. "It's not your pussy."

"Well, fuck you, too, Bitch," the one in front of Jessica said as he reached out and snatched her bikini top down with one hand and tried to pull her to him with the other hand. Her breasts bobbed in front of his face, distracting him. He had thought she would shriek and reach for her top, like the other woman had, but she grabbed his shoulders for leverage and stepped toward him instead of trying to pull away as he expected. Jessica did what her dad had made her practice hundreds of times against a sack of feed. She slammed her knee upward with all the strength of a gal raised on a farm and ranch. Then in rapid succession repeated the vicious thrusts.

Thank you, Daddy, she said in her mind as she felt her knee slam the guy's balls against his pelvic bone, the shock even hurting her knee. She drew back and rammed upward again, harder, pulling down hard on his shoulders in order to hit with maximum force, driving her knee into his pelvic bone — just as Carla swung from somewhere south of Key West. (Island on the southern tip of Florida) She had carefully doubled her fist tightly as Sam had taught her. She put everything she had into the blow, following through with her shoulder and the weight of her body, pumped by adrenaline and desperation, to help the man she loved more than life itself, and to protect her daughter.

The blow landed slightly to the right side of his face, high on his cheekbone, her center knuckle hitting the side of his eye directly. Jessica drew back and slammed her knee upward again, but missed as her target collapsed backward. Pulling himself into a heap, he vomited on the sand, then shuddered trying to pull in a breath past the pain, his mind tottering on the verge of consciousness. He shuddered again and lay still.

At the same time that Jessica rammed her knee upward for the first time, the guy to Fred's right swung at him. Fred saw it coming from body language, and could have blocked it with his Alpha reflexes, but let the blow land, anyway, just above his right eye. He didn't even bother to shake his head. Almost negligently, he swung a vicious backfist at his assailant, his arm a blur.

There was a sickening crunch as Fred's big fist, driven by the Alpha's shoulder muscles, landed. Audrey, not knowing anything about fighting, but furious because her man had been attacked, launched herself to tackle the guy from behind, her arms extended to grab him around the waist. Instead of Audrey knocking him forward, Fred's blow had spun him partway around and toward the ground. Audrey and the guy wound up going to the sand with him lying across her legs.