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From: "Dandy Don" <dandy@macvsog.com>
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Date: Fri, 19 Jan 2001 03:10:03 -0500
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                      Norma Society
                      By: Dandy Don
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Norma Adams never wanted to cheat, and certainly never would have
cheated with her husband's father, Gramps Adams, but the man gave her
no choice. Rape might be the correct definition, but uncontested rape
in Adams eyes is simply fucking, and a wife can't charge a father-in-
law or even tell anyone. She could, but Norma couldn't. Aside from
being a determined rapist, actually a force sexer, 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 sleep-overs. 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 kinda 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 son'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?

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. Harvey
took that flattery one step further. A copious load deep in the cunt
was his sincerest form. 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. A
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 are 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 are 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 are new, you are getting a
disproportionate amount of attention. That's all you are seeing and
experiencing. We are not picking on you, and you are 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 marrier...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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