The s*x Script

Chapter 1

Not bad for a 32-year-old mother of two! she thought.

Another mental voice retorted, So how come Harry hasn't touched you in over a month?

She thought she knew the reason why her husband had been leaving her alone. It was the repressed, puritanical attitude she had toward s*x. Magazine articles and movies had told her that men expected more in this liberated age than just plain man-on-top-and-woman-on-the-bottom intercourse. And Harry had tried a few different approaches from time to time. But Judith always had recoiled in shock and embarrassment, and finally he had given up. Now he had a mistress, she suspected, and her marriage was in danger of falling apart.

Still, what could she do? She was the product of a strict upbringing by a very religious mother who believed s*x was only for having babies, and by a standoffish father who spent most of his time away from home-as Harry was beginning to do. Judith had been programmed to behave in a certain way, and she felt she couldn't change.

She walked to the bathroom, her chunky, smooth buttocks rolling. She was as generously endowed at the backside as at the chest, yet trim in the middle, and there was no excess fat on her. She simply was a lot of woman. Yet her sexuality seemed only skin-deep. At least, her husband would have said so.

Under the pelting spray of the shower, she handled her breasts, soaping them and plucking at her stiff, tingling n*****s, stretching the rubber stems and letting them snap back. She lathered the hair-fringed lovelips between her thighs and stroked her fingers between her soft buttocks, centering on the extremely sensitive and snug orifice which nestled there.

Her entire being was athrob with ungratified desire and, when she stepped from the shower and toweled herself briskly, her frustration heightened. Though she took a conservative and proper attitude toward s*x, her body had its needs, and she was capable of a lusty climax when screwed.

She stepped nude to her dresser and was about to take down the tangle of her honey-blonde hair which was swirled around the crown of her head when: Bing-bong!

The sound of the door chimes made her jump, causing her t**s to tremble.

The children had gone to school nearly an hour ago, and Judith was alone in her suburban house. Salesmen were forever pestering her, peddling everything from swimming pools (which she already had) to meat and freezer plans (which she didn't want). She would make short work of this guy, she decided, snatching pink panties from a dresser drawer and quickly stepping into them, her lively breasts bobbing. She pulled a thin robe around her, and its edges flapped against her scissoring thighs as she strode through the house to the front door.

"Yes?" she asked snappishly as she stared at the dark-haired young man on her doorstep.

She knew immediately that he wasn't a salesman, because he wore a workman's style jacket, and it had a familiar insignia on it-that of the electric power company which served her home. Also, he carried a toolbox.

"I'm here to cut off your lights," he said.

'"What?" Judith made a face, as if she hadn't heard right.

The tall young man consulted a notebook he held in his palm. "You're Mrs. Harry Westover, right? 2234 Sundown Terrace?"

"Yes, yes!" she said irritably. "What is all this?"

"You didn't pay your electric bill, so I have orders to cut off your service."

"But that's crazy!" Judith exclaimed. "I'm sure my husband mailed the check on time. He always does."

"All I know, lady, is that I was sent out here to cut it off, and I'm gonna cut if off. Just thought I oughta tell you."

He turned to walk around to the back of the house where the meter was located.

"Wait!" Judith cried. "I can't get along without electricity. Won't you call your office? There must be some mistake."

"Well... "

"Please! I'm sure they got our check."

"Can I use your phone?"

"Yes! Please come in."

The fellow smiled at Judith as he moved past her to enter the house, and his gaze dropped suggestively down the V of her robe. Quickly glancing in that direction, she saw that a rich display of divided breast flesh could be seen, and she blushed. Tightening the robe around her, she followed the man to the telephone.

He wore very snug jeans. Judith noticed that. She also noticed that his jeans weren't held up by a belt. It was as if they were glued to his body. He wore boots, as well, and a t-shirt under his jacket.

He punched buttons on the phone. "Give me extension 1821," he said.

Judith waited patiently, confident that the snafu would be resolved.

"Sam? This is Danny. Yeah. Say, I'm out here at the Westover place, and the customer claims she sent in her check." He turned to her. "When was that, Mrs. Westover?"

"Why, I don't know. My husband always pays the bills."

"Yeah, Sam? No record of it, huh? Well, okay." Danny was about to hang up.

"Let me talk to him!" Judith exclaimed, and Danny handed the phone to her.

"Hello!" she snapped. "Now, I don't know what this is all about, but I tell you the bill was paid."

"Sorry, Mrs. Westover," the man on the telephone said. He had a smooth, businesslike manner and a voice which bore a trace of Southern accent. "I just did a double-check, and we haven't received the payment. I've got no choice but to cut your service off."

"Why, you...!" Judith quickly controlled herself. "At least, tell your man to wait until I can call my husband."

"Sorry. Danny's got lots of calls to make today. He can't stand around."

Judith slammed the phone up.

"Look!" she exclaimed, whirling to confront the electric technician. "This has got to be a mistake of some kind. But I'll give you another check right now, and then I'll let my husband hassle it out with your company. What's the amount?"

"Sorry, but we can't handle it that way," Danny said, his dark eyes twinkling. He seemed faintly amused by her plight. "I've gotta cut off the juice. You can go down to the office and make arrangements to have the service restored, but you'll have to post a deposit, and it'll take several days."

"All the food in my refrigerator will be ruined!" she exclaimed. "Anyway, we can't get along without lights!"

"Sorry." The fellow turned to leave.

"My God!" Judith exclaimed. "Won't you listen to reason? Isn't there anything you can do?"

He stopped and turned to face her. His eyes boldly stroked up and down her lightly clad and curvaceous form.

"Well... " he said, "I could report I cut the juice off, and leave it on."

"Do that! Please!"

"Why should I?" He was staring at the swells of her breasts.

"Well... well... to be considerate to a customer."

"s**t!" Danny said, and chuckled.

"I beg your pardon!" Judith replied, her cheeks coloring.

"I said, s**t!" the young man repeated. "I'm not gonna risk my job for nothing."

"So you expect some money for yourself, is that it? And please don't use filthy language," Judith said, continuing to blush. "I detest it!"

"What I expect," Danny said, "is some special consideration. Know what I mean?"

He reached out and drew one side of her loosely belted wrapper away from a large, luscious breast. Its perfectly formed pink n****e was erect.

"Jesus Christ!" the man said, almost reverently, and gripped the springy-soft mound which overfilled his hand.

Judith's mouth dropped open, but she didn't say anything. The young man's bold move had taken her so by surprise, and had produced such a shock wave, that she was momentarily incapable of action.

Danny took advantage of her hesitation by yanking the other edge of her robe aside also and gripping her other breast. Intense thrills radiated from her clutched globes as he rolled them, her n*****s nuzzling his palms.

'[What a big, juicy pair of t**s!" he lewdly observed.

"Stop it!" Judith said, and leaped backward, causing her breasts to bounce from the lascivious fellow's hands. She quickly yanked her robe together. "Get out of this house!"

"Okay." Danny turned to go.

"Wait!" Judith was throbbing and blushing. Her mind was in a turmoil.

"Lady... look!" the fellow said, facing her. "Either you do or you don't. I haven't got time to goof around."

"Are... are you saying that if I will... " She lowered her eyes, "... if I will give myself to you, you'll... not turn off the electricity?"

He nodded, a twinkle returning to his eyes.

"That's indecent!"

"Maybe. But I don't give a damn. So, what is it-huh?"

Judith shook her head and murmured miserably, "I can't."

The man moved closer. "Why not?"

"I... I've never done anything like that." She continued to look down. Her heart pounded.

"Well, maybe it's time you tried."

Danny opened her robe wide, this time from top to bottom, and he gazed at her maturely voluptuous form, concealed only in part by her pink nylon panties.

The situation was insane, Judith thought. Yet she was throbbing wildly and giddily. She would never see the man again, she was thinking. No one would ever know. And she couldn't stand to have the electricity cut off, she rationalized. "Oooh, God...!" she moaned hoarsely as the man once more clutched her breasts.

He rolled them like rubber balls, squeezing with spread fingers. He glided his fingertips out to her n*****s and tugged at the jutting stems.

Letting her breasts bounce free, he stroked his hands down her sides and onto the panties that sheathed her rounded hips.

Judith kept her eyes shut. Her legs weakened. She felt as if she might collapse.

Danny drew her roughly against him, spanning her nylon-clad buttocks with his large hands and wiggling the cushiony mounds, causing her front to rub against his rising hardness.

She was inundated by shame. But other forces also worked within her-curiosity, desperation, and a passion that she dared not admit but which was turning her p***y into a swamp.

Gasping, she tore herself free. "Come into... the bedroom!" she panted, and turned to lead the way.

I can't be doing this! she thought wildly. This isn't ME! But I MUST do it! I don't have any choice!

He's so young and handsome. But such afresh punk! I HATE HIM!

Standing next to her large, unmade bed, she dropped her robe.

"You've got some sexy build!" Danny husked, stripping off his jacket.

"Please! Don't talk! Oooh, God!"

Judith lay down, her large breasts shaking, and she shut her eyes. She could hear the beating of the pulse in her ears and the sounds of the man disrobing.

I won't enjoy it! she vowed. That will prove I'm still decent! Then I'll have it out with Harry for forgetting to pay that bill! Yes, he must have forgotten it. This is all his fault.

Judith opened her eyes to slits.

The electrician was naked and his c**k was standing up, towering what seemed like ten inches to terminate in a round, purplish bulb. He was much bigger and more virile than Harry! Judith's eyes widened with shock at the size of his throbbing p***s.

"NO!" she suddenly cried, and tried to scramble from the bed.

Danny leaped atop her, pinning her down. His hard, throbbing p***s was sandwiched upward between their bellies. She squirmed, her breasts bouncing to and fro. Danny buried his face in her wealth of hobbling softness.

"Baby," he rasped, "you're really gonna get your t**s sucked!"

Oh, how FILTHY he is! she thought. And how rough! He's like an animal!

She tried to steel herself as he turned his head from side to side, capturing and tugging on her n*****s with his lips and teeth. Finally he concentrated on one of the throbbing stems, bearing down atop her pillowy breast, and he sucked her hard distended n****e as deeply into his mouth as possible. He swabbed the tingly protrusion with his tongue as her breast soaked in the wet hotness of his mouth, and his lips skidded against the smooth skin that surrounded her aureole.

Throb after luscious throb coursed through Judith, and she hated every one of them. She squirmed, shaking her breastflesh against the man's face.

He expelled her wet n****e and turned to the other. His tongue snaked around her high-standing n****e, then slurped the stem in, and his lips clamped onto her mound. He sucked pulsatingly on her luscious breast as her n****e quivered in the cavern of his mouth.