Mel the Human Cow Pt 1

It is September 2056, many years after the revolution and famine and the high school grades have just been announced, Melissa a hard working grade A student is shocked to find she had failed and been offered a place at a very different institution to the university she planned to go to.

Mel the Human Cow pt 1.


“What’s a human cow program, Daddy?” Melissa asked not understanding the implications of her exam results.

Walt looked at his sweet eighteen year old daughter, “Well you know how the top twenty per cent of kids go to the Universities, and the middle sixty per cent go to tech school,” he explained.

“And the next ten per cent work in McDonals,” her mom added stupidly.

“Well see the bottom ten per cent,” he paused, “Well if they are that stupid there ain’t no place in society so they go on a program.”

“But what’s a human cow daddy?” Melissa asked anxiously.

“They make baby milk honey, you know the baby milk at the mall?” her mom said.

“What?” Melissa demanded, “How, why?”

“On a milking machine hon,” her mom explained, “You know.”

“See they have to have the right diet and exercise so they get the right consistent product,” her dad explained, “You’ll like it there.”

“What do you mean Daddy?” Melissa asked anxiously.

“Well,” her dad said firmly, “The best deal we can see right now is the Human Cow program Mel.”

“But I want to be a doctor!” Melissa squealed.

“You failed the exam hon,” her Dad said, “Nobody ever got zero per cent in math before Mel, hell Principal Miller wants to do tests to see how anyone can be that stupid and still breathe.”

“But I got an A last time!” Melissa protested.

“You must have cheated Hon,” he mother suggested, “Because this certificate says you’re a certified moron, anyways it’s all decided.”

“I can appeal!” Mel said, “I’ll appeal!”

“Hell we get fifty credits a week for you are in the program,” Her Dad said. “We have to pay thousands of credits for books and that if you went to Uni, why in the hell would we appeal?”

“Don’t you care about me?” Melissa cried.

“Look Mel,” her Mom explained, “We talked about this when you was eighteen, I said it was time you moved into your father’s bed and gave me a rest and you said no!”

“Are you punishing me!” she demanded, “For not sleeping with my own Dad? After all the study I did?”

“You could have fucked Alan from next door,” her Dad observed, “And had a kid, got child support, a free condo on the city, but no you kept your stupid frigid ass tight shut and your legs together and passed up all that cause you was too stupid to see you was stupid.”

“No!” Melissa wailed, she thought furiously, “Maybe there’s time, maybe I could get pregnant?”

“Like how?” her Dad asked as he slipped a hand down his shorts and rearranged his now swelling cock.

“Alan,” Melissa suggested, “Maybe he could donate some stuff and I could use a Turkey Baster.”

“Sure,” her Dad agreed, “You give it a try.”

Melissa’s mind was in turmoil, she hadn’t just failed her math she had set a new benchmark in stupidity with no per cent at all, she rushed from the house and around to Alan’s place.

“Hi,” Alan said as Mel came up the path to the front porch, “You come to say goodbye?”

“Uh,” Mel replied.

“You’re off to med school right,” Alan asked, “It’s results day, you’re going to Princeton, right?”

“I failed,” Mel admitted.

“So you’re staying round,” Alan chuckled, “What you’ll be a nurse or something?”

“No, I failed, I failed, big time!” Mel admitted, “Mom says I have to go on a Human Cow program, unless.”

“Unless what?” Alan asked.

“I get pregnant?” Melissa suggested, “I can get child support and a condo if I get pregnant.”

“Gee,” Alan said, “Like I have to chip in if its my kid.”

“There’s no need to tell whose it is,” Melissa pleaded.

Alan looked at Melissa, once he got a hard on just looking at her 38DD tits now he was repelled at the thought that his kid could be a really stupid if Melissa was actually a certified failure.

“Please, we can put your stuff in a Turkey Baster,” Melissa pleaded.

“Uh, no, you want fucked, you get fucked bareback, ok?” Alan said.

“Ok,” Melissa smiled with relief.

Alan remembered all the times Melissa had rejected his advances, kneed him in the groin, called him names like moron and idiot, well he would show her, “You a virgin?” he asked.

Melissa nodded coyly.

“Come in the garage and show me,” Alan suggested, and he led the way under the up and over door and Melissa followed as he flicked the light on and then shut the door behind them.

“Show me,” Alan insisted.

“No!” Melissa protested.

“Then the deal is off!” Melissa insisted.

“Ok,” Melissa agreed, “Ok, and she pulled her dress up and showed her sweet white polka dot panties.

“Big deal,” Alan said, “Lose the panties ok?”

“Please!” Melissa pleaded, her big dark eyes flooding with tears.

“No way, you strip down and let me see,” Alan said, “Here hang your dress on this hanger,” and he handed Melissa a coat hanger.

Melissa coyly removed her green knitted cardigan and her yellow knee length dress and stood in her panties and well filled brassiere, Alan’s tool swelled warmly as he stared at her, “Pants!” he ordered and Melissa eased her sweet red spotted white panties down revealing her neatly trimmed triangle of dark pubic hair.

“Wow!” he exclaimed, “Let me feel,” he said and he roughly pulled at her pussy lips and pushed a finger against hymen before he spread her pussy lips for a better look.

“Yep, grade A virgin,” Alan agreed, “You want a baby?” he asked.

“Yes,” Melissa agreed.

“Then you want me to fuck you right?” Alan asked.

“Can’t we use a Turkey Baster?” Melissa asked.

“Hell no, we need to bust you wide open,” Alan advised her, “You just sit on the edge of the work bench and I’ll do the rest.”

Melissa just stared, Alan couldn’t belive how stupid Melissa was, everyone knew virgins weren’t allowed on the Human Cow program, gee, he thought, she must be real stupid!

Alan watched as Melissa eased herself up onto the edge of the workbench, “Spread your legs apart doll,” Alan advised as he dropped his pants and his rock hard tool sprang up damn near vertical.

Alan took hold of Melissa’s waist and then he stooped slightly aimed the tip of his tool between Melissa’s sweet pussy lips and thrust upwards.

“Agghhhhh,” Melissa screamed.

“Gee,” Alan scowled, “If you’re gonna make that fuss forget it!” and he pulled out of Melissa’s dry and wounded pussy and tried to force his swollen tool back inside his pants.