One morning I listened to the tale of how in a small mid-west town in 2168, Melissa offered comfort to her widowed father Tom the town's spiritual leader.
It was so moving that I wrote it down shorthand just as Tom told it.
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"It's a fail Tom," Old Sam Jenner told me, "Busted wide open, I'd say a nigger done it,"
I couldn't believe it, "What, Melissa, no, no way!" I protested.
"Got the photos, see." he said as he took his communicator and projected her pictures on the wall, it was her all right, her face her body, her sex, just no hymen no more.
"Jesus Christ!" I groaned.
"You think you can get her married off before the end of the month?" he asked.
"No, I never knew she had a boyfriend," I admitted, "I guess not."
"Well, I can't delay filing beyond the 31st," he said, "You know the rules."
I thanked him for coming around in person, the population laws were quite clear, all women of child bearing age must take all reasonable steps to reproduce, and that meant over eighteen, except if they elected to stay virgins for religious reasons or to get a university education.
Sam was a friend from way back and as a qualified physician he done the schools spring virginity check, as required by regulation, but I had no idea Mel had been screwing around.
"I won't have a coffee Tom." he said apologetically. "You probably got things to do."
I didn't know what to do, that was the trouble, it was just Mel and me since Mary died giving birth to Mel all them years ago.
I never had a woman after she went, nor a guy neither, I just sent my quota to the state sperm bank as required and that was hard work at times, goofing off over Mary's picture, you get the idea?
See the thing was when the sea boards were wiped out back in 2095 when the Asteroid struck, or so they said we went from a couple or three hundred million Americans to less than a million over night, hell we was lucky, they reckon there was only three survivors in Bungla Desh region of India and barely ten thousand Chinese, so when the Canadians took over the US and called it the North American Federation, they had to get the population back up somehow, and the population laws were that somehow.
Mel came striding down the garden path like she hadn't a care in the world after school finished around seven, her school blazer and crisp starched shirt and neat skirt just shouted respectability , a sweet virgin except the paperwork said different.
"Mel, you get in here right away," I told her and she smiled and her eyes lit up.
"Yes Daddy, did you get the results?" she asked.
I stayed tight lipped until she got inside. "Sure, you been busted wide open like a Negro screwed you!"
"Yes Daddy," she agreed, "Aren't you pleased?"
"No, my god why would I be pleased? I demanded.
"Because we can be specially close Daddy, I can be Mommy for you." she said happily.
"Oh no," I recoiled, oh god, I always called her my special girl, the love of my life, often times I kissed and hugged her but never in a million years did I think of screwing her. "No it's not right!"
"But Daddy it's perfectly legal now, for the brightest kids its encouraged." she said plaintively.
I knew that but like selective father daughter breeding of dogs it weren't healthy.
"You get that right out of your mind, you're marrying that nigger what busted you open." I told her.
"What do you mean?" she said, "No one busted me, you know there are no Negroes left in Gainsborough County, Sam Higgins was the last, they can't stand the cold."
"Then how?" I asked.
"The rolling pin, oh please Daddy, just do it, make me feel alive!" she asked.
"No way," I said.
"Then just register me and I'll get someone else to spunk me." she demanded.
"Look, I'm preacher round her, I chair the town meeting," I said, "I got to set an example, and I'm not fixing to register that I'm screwing my own daughter."
"But Daddy!" she exclaimed, "You must, or."
"Yes, that's it girl, you'll be listed as available." I told her.
"But Daddy," she was panicking now, real worried, "You can't!"
"I damned well can!" I said, "You had a choice and you took it, you could have stayed a virgin but oh no, well you just see whose spunk takes and you just pray he treats you good."
"Daddy, Taylor Roffe said he likes me?" she said hopefully. I wondered about the chances, the law said the guy whose spunk took was legally responsible for the kid so the girl usually lived with him till the next one was born and then she moved on.
"Darling' half the town likes you," I said, "Pointy tits, blonde hair, what's not to like?"
"Don't be so crude Daddy!" she said.
"Well you just wait till first of July you won't feel so clever then." I told her.
She never believed I wouldn't relent, even when we went shopping, I got her several real pretty dresses, with approval labels, law said if a girl is listed available then her tits, cunt and ass mustn't be covered except by a pad when she bleeds, so the dresses came just below the navel and either there were holes cut for her tits to flop through or the cleavage swooped down and around her tits like the regulations for available girls said, and I got the stockings and belt they specified. The only thing was she kept her panties and bra on all the time, and I got her some high heels like they said, not the fake ones but the real thing, so she was all kitted out when the new classifications listings came out on the first of the month.
She came down all dressed up that morning, "Good Morning," she said.
"Mel, its first of July," I waned her, "Where's your tits and ass?"
"Daddy!" she protested, "Don't be silly, just register me as your girl."
"No way ho say," I told her, "You get that available dress on right now or I'll take you down town butt naked."
She went to say "no," but she saw in my eyes I was serious."Daddy, no please," she said, "You can't, I can't go out like that, I'd have to let anybody, everybody, fuck me."
"That's what you chose, so what is it that dress or butt naked? I asked.
She chose the red dress, her tits looked perfect as they poked through the red fabric and her cunt and pert ass was a real picture framed by the white skirt.
"I can't go out like this!" she protested.
"No," I agreed, "You need your heels on."
"But Daddy, anyone can screw me, anyone Daddy," she protested, "Please Daddy I just want your spunk, your babies Daddy!"
"You're all screwed up Mel," I told her, "I better cuff you so you can do chores and school work or they'll be issuing a cuffing order and then you wont be able to go school."
She ate her waffles and syrup, drank her coffee and then she screwed up her courage and said, "I guess I better go to school."
"Sure," I agreed, "I'll leash you, then at least I can get some ID from the guys that screw you."
"Thanks Daddy," she said uncertainly.
I cuffed her hands behind her back and put a collar and leash on her and led her out the door, old Miss Reilly from across the way near fainted when we came out. "Thomas Tranter what in tarnation do you think you're doing?" she asked.
"She failed virginity Sue-Ann," I said "She's got to try and get laid."
"But Tom, surely you been poking her?" she asked all concerned like.
"Nope, it may be legal but I don't hold with father daughter screwing." I told her.
We only got to the end of the street before the guys came sniffing, young guys barely eighteen with the regulation pants and the loin cloths hiding their tools rearing like tent poles, Franck LeHar, and Curtis Wright, withe their side kick "Robert" Burns.
"You want to bend over Mel?" Franck asked with a smirk.
"You got insurance on that GM Sunray Flycar?" I asked. He backed off.
"Hows the probation Robert, fucked any more faces recently?" I asked, remembering he been bound over for taking blow jobs when he should have been cunt fucking.
"Daddy!" Mel protested, "You're scaring them away!"
"That's the idea honey, that's the idea."
She caused a mighty stir on campus, as she walked in, head high tits out an ass jiggling there wasn't another available girl still studying, all the rest was signed for or virgins but she only had a month to go before she graduated so she wasn't going to drop out now, hell she could go to Uni and still raise a family.
I took Mel to her Psychology class and Principal McKenzie called me over the PA, she had me come to the office.
"Look Mr Tranter, principles are principles," she said, "But you can't bring a horny little slut like Mel into class with her tits out and her cunt glistening, and ripe for fucking how are the guys supposed to get any work done."
"And how old are you?" I asked.
"What I'm saying is you should register her, screw her and send her to school in school uniform." she said.
"Look," I said, "Fist off I don't hold with father daughter fucking, and second, I don't write lies on government forms and third you ain't menopausal, you ain't married so where's your tits."
She reacted like she was bit with a rattlesnake.
"Well if she agrees to wear a tie and a School Blazer we'll say no more about it." She agreed.
"I'm sure that'll be fine," I agreed, "You and Miss Cathcart still an item?" I teased, knowing the elimination of Lesbianism bill had only just failed to become law, and if passed they could be sentenced to ten years repeat multiple impregnations in a secure maternity unit like the male homos who if found to have indulged were sentenced to be restrained and their spunk milked for life, which wasn't too long usually.
I followed Mel from class to class, using my secure com to check every guy for misdemeanours.
Mel near got laid at Lunch time, she was cuffed but she could reach through to hold her cunt lips open and she was so horny with knowing her cunt and tits were out there for the world to see that when I went for a coffee she tried to get Mr Thingly the math teacher interested.
He backed off when he saw me coming but the way he kept licking his fingers said he'd at least had some fingers up her.
"You remember last fall?" I asked, he went white and scuttled away. I never knew what happened last fall but it was just a lucky guess so Mel had a narrow escape, not that she saw it that way, oh no, just like the clothes regulations intended she was as hot and horny as hell.
Mel marched into Biology, all straining nipples and dripping juices, hell you could smell her cunt juice twenty yards away as it ran and dripped into a puddle on the chair.
It was painful like a bitch on heat and I felt like a real heel as I kept finding all sorts of reasons why guys should look elsewhere and leave her be.
