After returning home from the beach Alex greeted his cousin and went to his room to fire up the Master Control Program. He entered Terrie's name and thought of changes to make while he watched her image on the screen. Her naked body stretched and thrusted in a way that made him sure she was busy fucking Jack. He refrained from clicking the context button to be sure. Terrie was hot; he wanted her; but he was curious about how thoroughly he needed to control her mind to make her have sex with him. After all, hadn't Allison confirmed that Terrie found him attractive, even before he'd discovered the Program?

Plus, Jack was okay. He didn't like him, but didn't dislike him either. But he was almost certainly not worthy of making love with Terrie.

Finally he contented himself by simply increasing the magnification of sexual sensation and orgasms Terrie had with him, from twice what it would be normally up to four times, matching the amplification he'd applied to Allison. He decided to leave her emotions and feelings and attraction to him alone. It would make her seduction a little more challenging, and he was curious to see what the effect pleasure alone could have on her behavior towards him.

Then he entered Lynne's name, and was relieved when the program was able to target her. He'd been afraid that she might live outside the range of his Control Program — the beach, for instance, was just outside of his 73 kilometer range at home. He admired the image of her body, her thin frame and long, kinky, dark blonde hair. He clicked on his Super seduction macro and applied it to the young lifeguard.

Next he thought about what he could do to arrange some privacy on the beach. After asking some questions of the help function he discovered that the Program's behavior could be programmed, or at least scripted. He wrote a quick set of commands so the program would repeatedly scan all individuals at or approaching an area (he had the beach he'd spent the day at in mind) and make a quick, subtle change in their plans to divert them to another location. He remembered to override the lock against changes by other Control Programs on these people — unless they had a previous lock from changes he had made.

Tomorrow he would drive to the beach, leave his laptop running in the car, and anyone besides himself and Lynne who approached the beach would instead decide to go up the coast a few miles to another beach. Not as nice, but usually less crowded.

Unless, the help function reminded him, some individual is under a lock by another instance of the Control Program.

But Alex didn't want to think about that. Instead he wondered what it would be like to be alone on the beach with Lynne, after she'd been under the influence of his Super seduction macro for half a day.

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When Lynne arrived for the morning shift she was the only one on the entire beach. That was just the way she liked things. She went for a quick run up and down the beach, rinsed herself off under the fresh water shower in the lifeguards' shack, and took her station, the long shadow of the lifeguard tower swiftly shortening away from the waves as the sun rose. She glanced over towards the pile of driftwood where she had watched the couple going at it the day before. Technically she was supposed to put a stop to such things, but she had returned from a bathroom break to find them already in progress, and the thought of going over and interrupting them right in the act had been too embarrassing.

Besides, they had been fascinating to watch. The girl was so beautiful, the guy was so hot. She'd watched her ride him, watched her pump her pussy up and down on his cock. And then he'd fucked her long and hard, eliciting a constant stream of moans and gasps from her. She was lucky if her own boyfriend could last for five minutes.

Lynne flushed at the thought of her boyfriend. They'd gone out on a date last night, dinner and a movie. They'd cuddled during the movie, and made out for a while in his car afterwards, but her father had insisted that she be home by 10:00, so there was no chance of going any further. Next week, however, her parents were going out of town to visit her aunt…

She looked up and down the beach, and it was still deserted. After watching those two yesterday, the brief makeout session with her boyfriend had only whetted her appetite, so she'd gone to bed early with her trusty vibrator. Thoughts of her boyfriend had quickly been replaced with memories of what she'd witnessed earlier, memories that soon became fantasies as she imagined herself in the role of that girl yesterday, riding that guy's cock, feeling him above her, fucking her. Her orgasms had been incredible. Better than any she could remember. Certainly better than those produced by actual sex. With her boyfriend, anyway. That girl yesterday had certainly seemed pleased…

Lynne collected her thoughts again and looked around. The beach was still empty, and her musings had inspired a distinctly warm and flushed sensation at her crotch. Her hands drifted down to her legs, to her lap, and she wondered if she dared to… but no, her privacy was gone, someone else had finally arrived to enjoy the beach.

She watched the figure approach. Her mind was still in a sexual mode, she could tell by the way she was evaluating him. Wearing only a loose, long swimsuit he looked pretty good, from a distance, with a muscular chest and a trim, taut six-pack of an abdomen. As he came closer and her gaze went from his body to his face she felt a thrill of excitement and fear. It was him.

He stopped at the base of her tower. Right in front of her. Looking up at her. Hi! he said, smiling broadly. I, uh, saw you here and, uh, thought I should apologize for my, er, our behavior yesterday.

Omigod, Lynne thought to herself. He's actually bringing it up. She felt her face begin to burn with embarrassment. It's okay, she said aloud. Naturally you're not supposed to, but, well, no one could see.

But you could. he said, looking sheepish. At least I think you could. Do you mind if I…?

Before she could reply he was climbing up her tower. He stopped a few rungs from the top, his face even with hers. He held on to the arms of her chair for balance, he was leaning backwards slightly to avoid pressing his abs against her knees. She was uncomfortably aware of how close he was. She felt a new surge of excitement and fear, but the excitement was beginning to gain intensity over the fear.

Oh my. he said looking down at the log pile. Nice view from here. Sorry.

Oh, don't… don't apologize. I didn't, well… I mean it's natural isn't it? A beautiful thing when two beautiful people get together… she stopped in horror when she realized what she'd just said.

He gave her a sheepish smile again. Well thanks. He held out his hand to her. I'm Alex.

Lynne. she said, shaking his hand. It felt warm and friendly and powerful. Then, when she let go, he didn't return it to the arm of her chair, but instead placed it firmly on her bare thigh. She froze in panic. He shouldn't be doing that, she should slap it away, push him backwards from the tower to the ground below, she should blow her whistle to call for help. And yet… and yet it felt so nice there, arousing and warm and she was uncomfortably aware of how his thumb sort of curled around towards the inside of her thigh and sent tingles of anticipation shooting up towards her crotch.

Then he spoke to her again. So, have you ever had to rescue someone?

His eyes looked at her face, he was smiling, she found herself answering. Not for real. We do a lot of drills and practice, but I've never had to rescue a drowning swimmer. It happens though. Just last week a little boy on a float toy drifted too far out, he started screaming for help and the guards on duty had to paddle out and tow him back in. Oh! she gasped as his hand began to rub up and down the bare skin of her thigh. She hesitated only a moment before continuing. And last year of course there were two drownings. You probably heard about those. There was a storm off the coast, you could just see the clouds from here, and a whole bunch of people got caught in a rip tide. I was just training then, so I couldn't go out to help, but they brought in everyone they could find. It wasn't until later that they realized two people had just gone missing. They found them washed up about twenty miles down the coast.

His hand had slid to her midriff now, gently stroking and caressing the sensitive skin there. He was leaning into the chair now, his hard abs were firmly pressed against her knees. Lynne stopped talking. She knew what he wanted, where this was heading, and she knew that it was wrong, that she should stop it, push him away, run away.

And yet was it wrong? Hadn't she fantasized about this only last night? And hadn't those fantasies felt incredible? And the feeling of his hand stroking her leg, stroking her belly felt so wonderful. And his abs against her knees and his body so close to her.

His hand moved upward from her belly. His fingers made only the lightest, tracing strokes against the red fabric of her suit where it covered her breasts, but the sensation was lightning bolts of pleasure that caused her to catch her breath.

And then his hand was stroking her throat, lifting her chin. Eyes half closed, lips half parted, she thrust her head forward to meet his kiss. His lips were warm and firm as the alternately pressed and brushed against hers. His tongue flicked forth to tease her lips. She parted them, opening her mouth to his. As his tongue slid into her mouth she spread her legs, opening her knees to let him lean forward, against the seat of the chair, against her.

He continued to kiss her, but now his hand went to her breasts, rubbing and squeezing them through the tight supporting top of her lifeguard suit. She moaned into his mouth and moved her hands to his shoulders, feeling the rounded muscle there. Then his hands were working under the fabric of her top, lifting it up over her breasts. She broke their kiss and lifted her arms so he could lift her top all the way off, leaving her firm, bare breasts exposed to the air and the beach.

He kissed her again, and her arms went around his neck, holding his head where she could taste his lips and explore his mouth with her tongue. His hand went to her breasts, rubbing them, squeezing them, tweaking the nipples so they stood out firmly in the open air, each touch sent sparks of pleasure racing up and down her spine.

She gasped with anticipation when he broke their kiss, trailing his lips across her jaw, down her neck. She gasped again, louder, when his warm wet mouth reached her nipple, sucking on it, massaging it with his tongue. She closed her eyes and relaxed back into her seat, exulting in the wonderful feeling.

She moved her hands to his chest, opening her eyes to meet his as his gaze went back up to hers. She watched his face as she explored his muscles, feeling her way down to his abs, taut and hard with the effort of supporting his body arched over her. She dropped her eyes to his crotch, and felt his erection through his swimsuit. Her fingers dipped into the waistline, found the drawstrings holding it up, and deftly untied them. With a tug she pulled it down far enough to expose his cock and balls.

She stared at his penis, standing hard up against his body. It looked magnificent, so thick, so long. She stroked it gently with her fingers, then lightly grasped it to pull it down to point directly at her own crotch. Obligingly he thrust forward from his hips, pressing the round, blunt tip firmly against the bright red fabric covering her pussy.

Lynne made an involuntary yelp at the blast of pleasure. Just a moment. she said breathlessly. She lifted one leg straight up into the air, rotated it between them and down, so that he was no longer between her legs. She quickly pulled down her suit bottom, wriggling it past her hips and down her legs where she could kick it free onto the sand below. He took the opportunity to drop his own swimsuit, stepping out of it so they were both completely naked.

She lifted her leg up and over again, so once more he was positioned between her legs. She slid her butt forward until it was on the edge of the seat, and slouched back into the lifeguard chair, hands gripping the arms, eyes on his crotch. Okay. she whispered.

With one hand holding his balance on the ladder, the other aimed his cock, pointing it at her pussy. She watched as the bulbous head approached her, touched her, entered her. She was so wet that his length slid right into her, filling her and spreading her until his tangled dark pubic hair was pressed into her own. Then he pulled back, and his shaft was shiny with her juices. Then he thrust in again. And out. And in.

She couldn't move, the pleasure was so overwhelming. She closed her eyes and leaned back, luxuriating in the sensation of his cock sliding in and out. Abruptly she felt her pussy spasm, clenching at his length, and then it did it again, and then again, and throbs of orgasmic pleasure spread outward, encompassing her whole body.

How long it lasted, she did not know. When she recovered her senses he was still there, leaning over her, smiling — no smirking — down at her. Though he was no longer thrusting she was acutely aware of his length reaching into the depths of her vagina. Oh wow… she murmured. Alex… that was fantastic.

Glad you liked it. he said in a self-satisfied tone that matched his smirk.

Mmmmnn. Did you … uh …?

In response he slowly withdrew his cock, still hard and fat, until the glans was just held by her pussy lips. Equally slowly, eyes closed in concentration, he thrust it back in again.

Lynne felt the need to take a more active role. Still warm from sexual release she wanted to pay him back, let him feel the intense pleasure he had given her. Sitting up carefully to avoid dislodging their connection, she slid forward until only her buttcheeks were supporting her. That and Alex's cock, firmly planted in her pussy. Her weight settled her groin firmly against his. She wrapped her arms around his back, pulling her body against his, and his pubis pressed so nicely against her clitoris. Her face was at just the right height to kiss him, so she did, long and deep.

Wrapping her arms around his back, hugging her body against his, she lifted her weight up, rising several inches off his member, before dropping back down to impale herself again. She repeated the motion, and this time he scooped his hips down and back so only a couple inches of his length remained inside her before they thrust back together.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him, plastering her body against his. Her nipples rubbed against his chest, sending a constant rush of pleasurable sensation flooding her body. Her smooth, flat tummy could feel the textured hardness of his abs. And her pussy… each time she pulled her weight up and off of him she felt his length sliding out of her, and then she would relax her arms, dropping back down onto him, meeting his thrusts, feeling his cock long and deep inside her.

Before she knew it she was coming again. She clutched his chest against her breasts while she trembled in pleasure and release, intensely aware of his long, hard erection deep in her throbbing pussy.

Then she was looking into his face again, smirking at her with self-satisfaction, with how he'd driven her to oblivious ecstasy again. She moaned with helpless abandon, deeply aware of his erect penis still buried in her vagina. She'd never felt so good before, she'd do anything he wanted, as long as he'd keep her feeling so good.

Then she was aware of the sensation as his penis slid out of her. She opened her eyes, he was climbing down the ladder of her lifeguard chair. He took her hand, gently, and she followed him to a flat slab of basalt on the shoreline, half in and half out of the water. Still in a daze of pleasure and abandon she allowed him to push her down onto the rock. The sun-warmed surface felt hot on her back, ocean waves surged and tickled against her feet and calves.

Then his body was above her, descending upon her. She moaned with anticipation, and reached to his crotch to cradle his cock, fondling it, guiding it down to her pussy. She spread her legs wide, then lifted them up and around to clutch him against her as his cock entered her again, sending warm surges of fulfilling pleasure through her being.

Time stopped for a while, there on the edge of land and water, while he, while Alex fucked her like she'd never been fucked before. His cock pulsed and thrusted into her sex. His muscled chest rubbed her breasts, his mouth caressed her lips and face and throat — and then her pussy erupted into orgasm, as if that were its natural state, spreading waves of ecstasy through her being. She moaned and cried with delight, thrusting and lifting her body against his, striving to maximize the incredible pleasure of his cock in her pussy. And then, just as ecstasy started to fade, it happened again. And then again. And yet again.

She felt a surge of satisfaction when his moans grew louder, and he joined her with shouts of orgasmic relief. Deep inside she felt his penis throbbing, and the hot surge of his ejaculation that betrayed his own ecstasy with their union.

Oops! Oh! Sorry!

The strange voice brought her back to reality with a thud. Alex was equally surprised, his weight vanished, his cock left her pussy, leaving her empty and worried. She lifted her head to see a middle-aged couple, complete with three small children, frozen with astonishment. Alex had thrown himself into the water, hiding his nakedness. With a squeak of horror she joined him. Up on the beach the couple was quickly herding their children back toward the parking lot.

Alex seemed even more concerned than she was. As soon as the others were turned away from the water he'd returned to the beach to grab his swimsuit and both pieces of her bikini. He handed the pieces to her and then quickly put on his own suit.

By the time she'd dressed he'd left the water and run to the parking lot, making apologetic noises to the offended family. She saw him lean into a car — his car, she assumed — and then he seemed to relax. He returned to her, walking slowly now, and met her at the base of her guard tower.

Just the battery ran out. he said to her, as if that were an explanation.

What?

Never mind. Sorry. I was just worried that… never mind. His eyes met hers again, and he smiled at her. Thank you, he told her, that was really nice.

Lynne looked at him, and suddenly realized what had happened. She'd just had sex with a complete stranger. Unprecedentedly great sex, no doubt. And an intensely good-looking stranger. But she'd shared the ultimate intimacy with a man she'd never seen before. Except for yesterday. When he'd been thoroughly fucking some other woman.

The world seemed to spiral around her, and when her senses returned she found herself sitting on the sand at the base of her chair. Alex was kneeling next to her, watching with an expression of concern.

What just happened? she forced herself to ask.

What do you mean?

Don't give me that. I just… we just… made love. But I've never even met you before. Why did you… why did I do that?

I don't know about you, he smiled at her, but you're an extremely hot woman; any guy would be glad to have sex with you. When her distress continued he stopped smiling to look at her seriously. Sorry. I'm Alex.

Yes I know. I'm Lynne. But what did you… what did we do? Why did I…

I came to the beach to look for you, to apologize for putting you on the spot yesterday. While I was talking to you, I realized how attractive you are. We… capitalized on that attraction. At least, I hope it was mutual. Then we sort of got carried away.

You mean I got carried away. And yeah, you are cute, sorry. She turned her head as two more cars arrived in the parking lot, the original family that had interrupted them had secured a spot at the far end of the beach. I just, I mean I've never done anything like this before. Really. I'm not that kind of girl. I mean… well I guess I am.

No, you're not. Alex told her firmly. If anything, I'm that sort of guy. Now a crowd of loud pre-teens moved onto the beach, running into the water and throwing handfulls of seaweed at each other. Look, Lynne… I really enjoyed our… encounter, and I'm interested in getting to know you better.

Gee thanks.

No really, I… the beach was quickly getting busy, and Gordon, her backup lifeguard for the day, was walking towards them across the sand. Then Alex stood and left her, going back to his car.

What's up? Gordon asked her.

Nothing Gordon. she sighed. I just… never mind.

Alex returned, and handed her a small scrap of paper. My e-mail, he said. And my phone number. Call me, if you want. If you don't, I'll call you, and you can tell me whether or not you want to see me again.

Thanks. she tucked the paper into her swimsuit top, between her breasts. Alex turned and went back to the parking area. She watched his ass; remembered how it had felt in her hands, pulling his body hard against hers. She felt a mixed sensation of loss and memories of satisfying pleasure as he got into his car and drove away.

What's going on? Gordon asked her.

I'm not sure Gordon, but… forget it.

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When the strangers had arrived on the beach, in defiance of the privacy routine he'd left running on his laptop, Alex had panicked. He'd felt chill certainty that there were other Control Program users about. When he returned to his car he discovered that it was a much more mundane problem; while the ignition was off the 12 volt power supply in his car was also off. In the absence of power, the laptop's battery had run out, and the Master Control Program had shut down.

As he drove home he considered the repercussions of his mornings' actions. He'd controlled Lynne's mind, made her horny, made her want him, made her feel exceptionally special pleasure from his sexual attentions. She'd probably enjoyed fucking him more than he'd liked fucking her. But now she was having difficulty reconciling her actions with her internal sense of self.

Alex felt guilty. It was his fault. He had reached into Lynne's being and changed her self, the core nature of what she was. No wonder she was confused. Still, he told himself, I only changed what she was for a very limited context, while she was with me alone on the beach. And it's not like she didn't enjoy our encounter. Alex smiled, remembering the feel of her hot, hard body against his, the sound of her pleasure-moans as he'd fucked her. His guilt evaporated, replaced with feelings of control and power and pleasantly satisfied lust.

Lynne was still hornier than normal. She found him exceptionally attractive, was emotionally fond of him, and she trusted him. Again he found himself remembering the feel of the teen's lean, hard body, and he smiled even wider. If she didn't call him, he would call her. And he was pretty sure she'd be willing to meet with him again.