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Good Girl Gone Bad!	By : Master_Malfoy Category: S through Z > Under the Dome Views: 1841 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I have recently finished reading Under the Dome which I thoroughly enjoyed and would highly recommend to anyone who hasn't read it. However, I came across one scene involving Carter Thibodeau and Linda Everett which I thought was a little tame. The following is an extract from the scene:
"Tell him you're fine," Carter said. "We don't want to bring the hippie into this. Or the kids. Do we?"
God no. But where were their suitcases?
"Fine!" she called.
"Almost finished?" he called.
Oh, Thurse, shut up!
"I need five minutes!"
Thurston stood there looking like he might say something else, but then went back to pushing the girls.
"Good job." He was pressing against her now, and he had a hardon. She could feel it against the seat of her jeans. It felt as big as a monkey wrench.
If you have read the story you will know that Carter proceeds to thrust against Linda, before ejaculating on her jeans and leaving her to clean herself up. This story starts immediately after the above extract and takes it a bit further, including a graphic sex scene. So if you would like to retain the innocence of the original story you may want to stop reading now.

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"I like it when you do as you're told. It makes things much simpler," Carter continued. "And because you've been such a good girl I'm going to trust you to make a decision. Think you can handle that?" She hated the way he spoke to her and hated herself for putting up with it, but what was she to do? She was scared and helpless. However, her curiosity had been piqued by his last statement.
"Decision? What decision?" Linda asked.
"Can you handle it or not?" he snapped.
"Yes! Yes. I can handle it."
"Alright then. What I want you to do is to decide whether you want me to fuck you here, against the sink, bearing in mind that I will make you moan and scream, which will cause the girls to come running in and find you in a rather compromising position. Or if you would rather take me up to your bed, where you will do everything I tell you and you will enjoy it!"
With every word Carter spoke, Linda's face fell further, quickly turning to a look of horror and sheer terror.
"You can't be serious... No! Please! No! NO! Please don't do this. Anything but this! Please!" She was crying now. Her words becoming increasingly difficult to understand. Her desperation growing.
"Oh, I'm serious! I'm very serious! And if you don't decide I'll do it for you!" Carter said over her wailing.
"Please! Plea-"
"I'm running out of patience," he cut across her, anger now clear in his voice. "Fine! We'll do it here!"
"No. bed," Linda mumbled.
"What? Speak up! Tell me what you want."
"Bed! Let's go to bed. My bed... I'll do it." She was beginning to get her act together. Her sobbing had almost completely stopped. This was happening. There was no way to avoid it. She knew she couldn't risk the girls hearing and walking in. She had to protect them. It was this thought that kept going round in her mind and it was this thought that caused her to agree to take this young man to bed and to do everything he asked of her – humiliating as it may be.
"Fantastic! Lead the way!" he said, releasing her from her position against the sink and taking her hand is his. Her heart was now beating rapidly in her chest. It almost felt like it would explode at any moment. So many thought were racing through her mind, she could barely keep track. She thought of the fact she was about to cheat on her husband – a man she had always loved and with whom she had two amazing daughters; about her children playing outside and the need to protect them at any cost; about how the man she was about to have sex with wasn't a man at all, rather a teenager half her age. But more than anything she thought of the bulge she had felt pressed against her. Hadn't she heard stories of what was concealed in those tight trousers? But those were rumours. Just rumours blown wildly out of proportion or even completely fabricated. Based on what she felt she knew that nothing had been blown out of proportion – those stories were true.
Suddenly she realised her body was getting very excited. She felt the heat building and then the moisture. She was wet. So very wet. Why was this happening? Hadn't she been listening to those thoughts of her loving husband and the perfect life they had created together? None of that seemed to matter anymore.
Only seconds ago she had been begging Carter to stop, desperately trying to avoid this fate. That now seemed so long ago that she could barely remember it.
Now she was filled with longing. She wanted – NO! - needed to get him into her bed; to strip him of his clothes; to feast on his young meat; to feel him – every last inch of his sizeable manhood – inside of her; to submit to his every desire.
More thoughts began to surface now. Was her husband really as perfect as her earlier thoughts seemed to suggest? Wasn't it true that he he worked long hours, often returning home after she had gone to sleep? Wasn't it true that they rarely had sex anymore – the last time being 5 months ago, on her birthday? And even on those rare occasions, was it really anything to write home about? A few thrusts in the dark and then off to sleep, wasn't that how it went? It had been several years since any kind of foreplay had taken place. Orgasm? Had she ever really had one? Not that she could remember and certainly not from that pathetic man she called a husband.
Anger roared through her body. Anger at her husband for years of sexual neglect and anger at herself for putting up with it. Well not anymore! This teenager was about to show her what she'd been missing out on. He was going to fulfil her needs and show her what it's like to be with a real man (she realised she had been mistaken earlier – Carter was a real man! It was her husband who wasn't) and she was determined to enjoy every last minute of it.
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