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Norma Society
by Dandy Don (2000)

***

Norma Adams, Matt's new wife, has to fit into the Adams 
family clan and to do so she must become a role model. 
(M+/F, slut-wife, inc, family, orgy)

***

Norma Adams never wanted to cheat, and certainly never 
would have cheated with her husband's father, who 
everyone called Gramps Adams, but the man gave her no 
choice. 

Rape might be the correct definition of what happened, 
but uncontested rape in Adams eyes is simply fucking, 
and a wife can't charge her husband's father or even 
tell anyone. Aside from being a determined rapist, 
actually a forcer-of-sex, Harvey was a dear sweet man 
with so much goodness and such a fine reputation - too 
fine to tarnish.

The Adams family home was an open house for Adams family 
members, extended family, visiting family, friends of 
family, and anyone pure of spirit down on luck and 
needing a family. At any given time, the sprawling 
complex of room additions added to room additions, 
attached travel trailers, butted-up mobile homes, and a 
general purpose medium Army mess tent played home to 
three dozen and at least as many visitors, day guests, 
and sleepovers. 

When Norma first saw the commune, beehive sprang to 
mind, but a warm hive, full of love and happy people run 
by a benevolent queen, a great place to get a struggling 
marriage on its feet until she got stung by the king 
bee. That kind of sucked.

People don't want to know what Santa does with Reindeer 
and Dwarfs, and nobody wanted to know that Gramps Adams, 
Harvey to his friends, does to a grandson's new wife. He 
didn't deserve exposure simply because he could not 
control his perverted sexual urges, at least not with a 
girl like Norma.

His weakness was young, built, beautiful, sexy, living 
under his roof, and not in any way related by blood. 
Norma fit that bill about as well as any NFL 
cheerleader. She was not one, but she would fit the bill 
until a real one stopped in to see him make toys in his 
workshop.

"GRAMPS! PLEASE, NO! OH MY GOD, WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH 
THAT...! THAT... what is that?

Secretly, Norma could not help but be flattered by a man 
who got that horny for her. After all, a stiff dick is 
the sincerest form of flattery in her view. Harvey took 
that flattery one step further. A copious load deep in 
the cunt was his sincerest form of flattery. If anyone 
ever found out how much and how often he flattered 
Norma, they would be amazed and think she were a slut. 
No one could possibly believe what Gramps was really 
like - how nasty, how vulgar, how hung, how hard, or how 
bold and daring he could be. 

Norma took the same risks because she had no choice. 
When he decided to go for it, resistance only dragged 
the act out. The best course was to work with him to get 
a copious load deep in her cunt and pray that no one 
caught them.

For eight months following the wedding, no one did. No 
one even suspected. For the first six, he took care, but 
the seventh, he grew careless, and for the eighth, he 
seemed to be throwing caution to the wind and was 
horniest when the risk of discovery was greatest. 

Norma stopped wearing panties to make the act go faster. 
She also got better at getting him off. She didn't care 
how that made her look. She had to keep their terrible 
secret a terrible secret and saw no other way but to 
make the way as easy as possible, thus saving valuable 
time in compromising situations.

Norma knew she was fighting a losing battle. They had so 
many close calls in just one week. People were getting 
suspicious, and people did notice her absence of 
panties. Those who hadn't were hearing from those who 
had, then looking for themselves until the community of 
friends and family, dozens and dozens of all ages, knew 
and accepted that Norma shaved her pussy and didn't like 
to wear panties under her short skirts.

Norma thought that fact, when it became general 
knowledge, would cause a major disturbance in the hive 
and send some lady bees right through the branches, but 
it didn't. They were all amused, the drones in 
particular, but even the worker bees - elder ladies and 
women with children who were getting regular doses of 
naked adult pussy owing to their size and willingness to 
simply look up a skirt, lift a skirt, and in some cases, 
push a seated woman's legs apart to stare at a bald cunt 
- seemed amused by it all.

Norma was the most disturbed, but even she stopped 
caring if no one else cared. No one seemed to. If they 
wouldn't control their own kids and grand kids, she 
wasn't about to. The kids were exposing all the pussy. 
Adults were seeing pussy because kids were showing them 
pussy. Matt, Norma's husband, thought it was great. 

Matt was proud of his wife's bald pussy. Everyone 
thought she took pride because he wanted her to be 
proud. With that group, a wife who was willing to go 
that far was a cool wife, so Norma relaxed and got cool, 
received praise and vaginal compliments. She kept on 
getting cooler and cooler until there was no reason to 
wear anything among family and friends - nothing. 
Absolutely naked was very cool.

At Matt's urging, Norma entertained the idea of giving 
very cool a shot. She may as well for she had gone 
bottomless for twenty-four hours on a dare and topless a 
number of times before taking the bottomless dare. They 
had seen it all, just not all at once. Still, it wasn't 
easy to be that cool around so many.

Gramps wasn't the only man raping Norma, but he was the 
one she most worried about anyone finding out about. 
Norma had to be on guard around any male in that hive. 
They all wanted her. 

Two or three would sometimes go in together to get her 
off in a quiet place to vent sexual frustration. Gramps 
always worked alone and didn't care for quiet places. He 
was a big problem, a real thrill seeker, and no one 
would buy the rape excuse. Norma could and did live with 
being a popular victim, but not a slut, or worse, her 
husband's father's whore.

Norma was not a slut, had never been a slut, had never 
been easy, and when she took her vows, she meant them. 
Others were making her be bad, and Norma resented that - 
somewhat- sometimes. She felt like everyone thought of 
her as a slut, an easy slut, and she very much resented 
that, though they didn't seem to mind having one in the 
family. 

An easy, shameless, uninhibited slut was as welcome as a 
faithful church lady. To each her own. If the husband 
was okay with it, where was it for anyone else to 
object. That was their feeling, and they were pretty 
cool people in general. Norma didn't know a faithful 
church lady, but knew she'd be welcome.

Norma wasn't raised that way, but the Adams family had 
their own code of ethics and family values that Norma 
slowly came to accept. Norma grew up with only one type 
of marital role model, and the wife was chaste and 
modest. If any ever cheated, no one knew about it. If 
any ever failed to put on panties, it would take one 
hell of a wind or tumble down a flight of stairs to 
reveal that fact. No child would dare lift a skirt to 
check.

Norma and Matt finally sat to hash it all out, and that 
chat was a true eye-opener that was eight months 
overdue. She finally told Matt about his father, but he 
knew. He knew about all of them. He knew everything she 
had been suffering through in silence. Not only did he 
know - everybody knew everything.

With the Adams clan, cheating was cheating if someone 
minded, complained, or got hurt, otherwise that was 
sharing. Rape was rape only if the female got hurt, but 
forcing sex on a female who was old enough to grow pubic 
hair was okay and a great way to get pussy off the 
unwilling. Norma was unaware that they felt that way 
even late in her eighth month as an Adams. She still had 
a difficult time accepting their way, but was greatly 
relieved to know that what she lived in mortal fear of 
was actually no big deal, even for Gramps.

That took a tremendous load off Norma just when she 
thought she could not go on and had to tell someone. She 
had to tell Matt that Gramps was getting impossible. 
Giving him more and making things as easy as possible 
only made him want more as often as possible. What she 
was really doing was teasing him, and by teasing him, 
she teased everyone with an interest in NFL quality 
pussy. Adams friends and family had a general interest 
in that type. Losing the panties wasn't such a bright 
idea. Shaving the pussy wasn't her idea at all. Gramps 
did that. Matt kept it up. Little brats showed 
everybody. The sexually frustrated took it out on the 
slut.

This wasn't the marriage Norma thought she was getting 
into, and Matt wasn't the guy she thought he was. The 
Adams family wasn't the family she thought they were, 
and she had to learn everything the slow, hard, 
torturous way. Someone, Matt in particular, should have 
sat her down in the beginning and given her a briefing 
along with a handbook. They seemed to get off on 
watching new bees learn the slow hard way.

It took Norma eight months to wise up, but she still 
wasn't wise, she was just catching on. Matt made her 
wise. She wanted to wring Matt's neck. He could have 
spared her so much worry and anxiety; then again, she 
should have gone to him when she first thought she had a 
problem. That wasn't the way her family did things. Bad 
wives hide what they do and pretend they are not being 
bad wives. They do not take their panties off and show 
everybody their bare ass, along with their most private 
of private places denuded of hair in the style of 
whores, sluts, and beaver magazine centerfolds.

Their husbands sure don't encourage them to, but Matt 
did each and every day until she had nothing to hide 
from anyone, and anyone with the slightest interest had 
that interest satisfied, often by Matt saying, "Check 
this out. Now, I ask you. Is this a sexy pussy, or is 
this a sexy pussy?" All agreed, that was a sexy pussy, 
but the choices were always between sexy pussy and sexy 
pussy. Norma always wondered what the answer would be if 
offered a choice between vulgar cunt or sexy pussy.

Now he wanted her to go about naked all the time because 
it wouldn't matter and who would mind. True enough, but 
that wasn't the point. The point was...the point 
was...well, Norma didn't know what the point was, but a 
husband shouldn't want a wife to do that among so many 
who lusted after her nude body and saw her as a sex 
object with a sexy pussy.

Matt stopped her angry pacing by taking her by the 
wrists and sitting her down on the bed. When she tried 
to pull free, he gripped tighter until she stopped 
resisting and sat prepared to listen. Only then did he 
say in a cool calm voice, "Norma, we all love and adore 
you. Yes, you're my wife, and I did bring you into this 
family, but you are now an Adams family member to be 
loved and admired by all. You're not being treated any 
differently, but you are by far the most desirable 
female with the sexiest pussy, the best tits, and the 
finest ass. Because you are, and because you're new, you 
are getting a disproportionate amount of attention. 
That's all you are seeing and experiencing. We're not 
picking on you, and you're not the family fuck."

She pouted, "Then why do I feel like the family fuck?"

"Mostly, because everybody wants to fuck you, and you 
are a great fuck, so once they do fuck you, they want to 
fuck you again even more. If you didn't fuck twice as 
good as you look, your dance card wouldn't be half as 
full. If you are getting tired, stop dancing so damn 
good."

She couldn't help but smile, but said, "So, how do I be 
a lousy lay?"

"Why would you want to be? Norma, you love the attention 
and you love sex, so stop pretending you don't. Honey, 
we all agree that you look so fine, you should never 
wear anything. We have never had a nudie, but we'd like 
to try this. If this goes over well with you, others 
will follow suit. We, all of us, want you to break new 
ground and try something new. We feel it's a crying 
shame to hide any part of you when everything about you 
is such a joy to look at."

"The women would run me off if I did that."

"The women want this as much as the men. Many of them 
would like living nude, too, but they need someone like 
you to break the nude barrier. You already have in bits 
and pieces, just go all the way. That's all we're 
asking. Just try it, but give it a good try - give it at 
least a week. By then, you are sure to have company. If 
it turns out you don't like it, put your clothes back 
on. You will at least have made it possible for others 
to enjoy that lifestyle."

"What about the children, Matt?"

"The children have driven this process all along. How 
can you even ask that. We know what they want. They want 
to gaze upon the perfect adult female form. We want to 
hold up the perfect example and show the many ways to 
bring about happiness, joy, and pure ecstasy. What 
should they not see? What should they not know? What 
secrets should we keep from them?"

Norma thought about that, then said, "I don't know, but 
decent society thinks we should."

"We disagree. You are a part of WE now, and WE wish 
you'd start acting like US. Take off all of your clothes 
and leave them off except to go into town, and we would 
prefer you never went to town. We will bring the town to 
you, piece by piece. Just tell us what pieces you want. 
Reach for something to wear and ten people will offer to 
go get it for you. Ten others will gingerly take that 
thing from you and try to get you to relax and lie 
down."

Norma laughed, and said, "Oh, stop it, Matt."

"They would, Norma. Everybody adores you, or they would 
if you'd let them. They want to worship you, but you are 
too busy trying to be helpful, useful, trying to fit in 
to a place that is trying to fit you, but you won't keep 
still, and you won't lie down. Adoring you is like 
trying to change a flat tire on a moving car. Fucking 
you takes a team effort for everyone except Gramps."

"This is so hard for me, Matt."

"Honey, if this were easy, someone else would have 
already done it and you'd have an example to follow. We 
know it won't be easy, but it'll be easier for you than 
for anyone else - far easier. Let's face it. You are the 
family fuck."

"I knew it! Now, I'm hearing some honesty."

"Yes, but we don't want a family fuck, and we don't want 
you to feel like one. We need to bring the other 
fuckable females up to your level."

"Don't you mean down to my level?"

"Up... down... over... under... out... in, whatever it 
takes to make a Norma in the Norma model. Think role 
model, Norma. That is what we are begging you to be - 
the female role model of a great new society. We want to 
replace Normal Society with Norma Society. All we want 
to do is drop one lousy L, that's all, just lose the L 
and you have a perfect society."

"I like that."

"Then be open to any and all sexual advances, but don't 
be too easy nor too difficult. We believe males have the 
right to take sex from a female, and females should 
submit to physical superiority or numbers, just as 
nature intended. We want our young people to see that 
example. Again, someone like you could lead the way."

"Matt, society doesn't work that way, not civilized 
society."

"Norma, civilized society brought us world war, the 
Holocaust, the Inquisition, Gladiator sports, and 
organized religion. We're not impressed. We look at 
nature and see a better way. Our way is working for us. 
We are a very close and happy family, free of all the 
taboos and sexual tensions that plague so many other 
families. What we love most about our way, is we enjoy 
so much more sex without guilt, all types, even the 
kinky types. Our women don't suffer the guilt because we 
force sex on them. We males have no problem with doing 
that because taking sex is in our nature."

She thought about that, then said, "Is it in the nature 
of women to want their sex forced on them?"

"Females are the weaker sex, and the reality is, the 
strong impose their will on the weak, so sexually, yes, 
that is in their nature. Given a choice, no, they'd love 
to pick and choose, and be picky, and pick one, stick 
with one, and have a lifelong mate to help raise the 
offspring. Civilized society and organized religion 
conspired to give females the right to pick and choose, 
but most aren't happy, not as happy as our women are. 
Few are as picked on as you have been lately. Be honest, 
Norma, are you miserable or simply confused?"

"I'm not miserable. I'm mostly confused, mostly because 
I should be miserable but I'm not. I mean, I get gang 
raped ten times on a slow day. That should be enough to 
make any woman miserable, don't you think?"

"Norma, you have never been raped, not here, you 
haven't. You like to call it that, but rape is not a 
sexual act, it's an act of violence against women. Here, 
you have been taken sexually by those who adore women, 
you in particular. We will not tolerate rape or rapists. 
I wish you'd stop using those terms, because they hurt 
those who love you. I don't think anyone loves you more 
than my dad. If he ever found out that you thought of 
his sex as rape and he a rapist, he would be crushed."

"I'm sorry, Matt. You are absolutely right. I have never 
told anyone except you, and I never will again. I do 
understand the difference. I would not enjoy rape, and 
one rape a month would be enough to keep me miserable, 
on edge, and frightened. I am none of those things here. 
No, I am very happy here. It just seems that I shouldn't 
be. I feel guilty because I am so happy, and happiest 
when I get gang ra... I was going to say gang raped a 
lot. What should I call it?"

"Sex. What you are getting is sex. You are getting sex a 
lot. Whether freely given, tolerated, or taken by lusty 
groups, you are getting sex. You love sex, Norma. You 
are a normal woman. Normal women do like getting a lot 
of sex. They are happiest when they get a lot. Those of 
us who like seeing happy women, do what we can to help 
them get a lot. I want you to stop wearing clothes, 
because I know that will get you a lot more sex out 
where we can all see and enjoy it."

"WHAT! You're not serious - are you?"

"We are thinking that would be best."

"Think again."

"We are now ready to bring sex out in the open. That is 
the next logical step, and a step that goes well with 
females going about with nothing on."

"You people are fucking nuts."

"We don't think so. What we aspire to is living in a 
state of nature within our closed society. We see you as 
the catalyst that could bring that state about simply by 
going about naked. Norma, you come across as a female 
with no inhibitions or very few."

"Maybe I do, but I assure you, I have all the normal 
ones. Having sex in public is a biggy."

"Hide it. Pretend you don't. Actually, you don't need to 
hide or pretend, just go about naked. The sex will be 
forced on you, only you won't be taken to a private 
place. You'll get sex where you are. In all likelihood, 
Dad will be the one who breaks you in. He wants that 
honor and he's doing that now. You think no one has seen 
you. Guess again."

Norma pondered that with a finger stroking through a 
very slimy and excited slit. Matt saw that and smiled. 
She said, "Just go naked, huh?"

"That's all you have to do, Norma, just be your free and 
uninhibited self. Nature will take its course."

"How many people have seen us fucking?"

"A better question is, how many haven't. A few of the 
infants haven't."

"That isn't possible."

"You were videotaped, Norma. We have been taping you and 
Dad from day one. You have some nerve calling that rape 
and him a rapist."

"Oh god! From day one?"

"Okay, day one was classic forced sex. Week one was 
fairly classic, but for the past few months...how can I 
put this delicately?"

"Don't spare me. Tell me what it looked like."

"Well, it looked like cheating would to an outsider."

"What did it look like to the family?"

"Great sex, Norma, great sex. You do make sex look great 
and cheating look fun. You are an inspiration."

"I feel like such a slut, Matt, but if that's what this 
family wants, I know I can be that and be happy being 
that. I'll lose the threads."

"Lose the birth control pills, too. We like your genes. 
Your genes will make our gene pool sparkle. We'd like to 
keep you barefoot, naked, and pregnant."

"Oh, you fucker! Now I'm gonna cum. Put a video camera 
on this, you pervert, peeping Tom, whore merrier... you 
wife impregnating, barefoot, naked, pregnant keeping, 
mother fucking sweet bastard... ughhh... YESSSS!"

He wished he had a camera to put on that sight. She fell 
back on the bed and wailed on a wide beaver. Matt had 
never seen her masturbate. She was good... shameless... 
very entertaining. Yes, that would make a good video.

Norma slowly recovered from that climax, then set her 
legs down. She looked to Matt by rolling her head, 
smiled, and said, "Barefoot, naked, and pregnant... 
always... from now on... you want your wife to be a 
breeder slut for a new society?"

"Any objection?"

"Fuck no. I'm not my wife, and I think your wife is a 
fucking slut with absolutely no shame or inhibition. I 
say, fuck the slut."

"No, Norma, we will worship our queen." 

"You do and I'll spit in your face. I am not your damn 
queen. Norma society abhors placing women on pedestals 
of varying elevation. They should all be horizontal and 
laid equally with no fucking choice in the matter. If 
you are going to do this, do it right. Take away my 
clothes, Matt. Strip me naked and send me out there. 
Force this on me. I don't want to be treated like a 
queen or look like a slut, Matt. I want to look like an 
obedient wife forced to live in a state of nature. If we 
are to create a new society based on nature, let's set 
the proper example."

"Right you are, Norma. Stand up."

Forty-three were present to witness a wife being forced 
to live in a state of nature, and forty-two saw Gramps 
fuck hell out of her. He was the forty-third, so you 
couldn't say he saw it. He did it.

They saw much more of that over the next few days. 
People came out of the woodwork to see it - close to two 
hundred saw it. Others joined in. Other wives were 
forced to live in a state of nature, as were daughters. 
Before a week was out, they all were. They built a 
compound, brought in more mobile homes and modular 
homes, drafted bylaws and agreed to a set of principles 
that had as their foundation the goal to make all 
females as happy as could be.

When the females are happy, everybody is happy. If you 
don't believe that, marry one and make her unhappy.

The End

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