Chapter 3: A Daughter’s Choice

(Floyd and Lily’s Story)

Floyd found he hardly recognized his daughter these days. Sometime in the past week Lily had dyed her naturally blonde hair an unnatural pink and taken to wearing it up in girlish pigtails. Like her hair, Lily’s dress was distinctively childish. Not at all fitting to a young woman of eighteen.

Floyd thought nothing of the laminated cards the man in the hoody handed him and Lily outside the mall entrance. That was until his daughter asked, “Dad, what does your card say?”

Glancing at the small laminated card Floyd was mildly surprised to see the words Breeding Pass printed on the front.

“It says Breeding Pass,” Floyd answered absentmindedly slipping the card into his pants pocket.

“That’s what mine says too.” Lily held up her card for her father to read.

Floyd’s brain automatically read the words Breeding Pass printed across the front. Something about those words tugged at him.

Floyd’s gaze shifted to the card’s holder. His daughter Lily. An alien feeling fell on him as he did so. For the first time in his life Floyd did more than honestly acknowledge Lily’s natural beauty. He found himself lusting after it!

As he stared at his daughter Floyd was seized with a desire to tear away Lily’s childish dress. To slide his hands over her small pint sized breasts. To slip his bare dick between her virgin legs and thrust into her over and over again. Not stopping until he...

“Do you really want to get pregnant?” Floyd asked his daughter.

Lily looked up at her father blankly. She glanced at her Breeding Pass. Then looked back at her father this time with a more concerned look on her face before finally shaking her head no.

Tentatively Floyd asked, “So you would rather see someone else get pregnant?”

“Um ... Yes,” Lily answered.

“Who?” Floyd asked. His balls were practically bursting with the need to breed. “Who do you want to see pregnant?”

Playfully, Lily’s eyes scanned the crowed milling around them. She had dozens of potential targets. Scores really. With one outstretched finger Lily pointed to a woman browsing a rack of summer dresses. “Her.”

Floyd approved of his daughter’s pick. The woman was supremely attractive, mid-twenties, her strawberry blonde hair a mess of shortly cut curls. In short a prime example of female perfection bound up in a white flower print dress.

Walking up to the strawberry blonde Floyd said, “Excuse me. Miss.”

Realizing she was the one being address the strawberry blonde replied with a good natured smile and a simple, “Yes?”

“My daughter has a request for you.” After a few awkward moments of inaction between Lily and the waiting stranger he prompted, “Well hand it over.”

“This is a sick joke dad!” Lily said as she gave in and handed the Breeding Pass to the woman.

The strawberry blonde gasped as she read what was printed on the card. Her smile dieing on her lips. “And just who am I suppose to breed with?” she asked.

“Me.” Floyd replied. Eager for the opportunity to relieve his aching balls.

Pointing towards her father the woman asked Lily, “You want me to fuck him?”

Looking thoroughly confused by the whole twisted ordeal Lily simply shook her head no.

“Oh come on? I’m dying here!” Floyd blurted out.

“Well then who?” the strawberry blonde asked.

Floyd pleaded with his daughter, “Please honey.”

“Well if you want to fuck her so bad then just do it?” Lily blurted out before crossing her arms over her chest and turned her back on the two of them.

Looking in Floyd’s direction the woman asked. “You okay with this?”

“I’m good if you’re good,” Floyd answered.

The strawberry blonde’s smile returned bigger than ever. Giving Lily a surprise hug she happily exclaimed, “Thank God he’s cute! I was having a panic attack thinking about who you were going to pick!” Breaking the hug she turned to face Floyd. “So where are we going to do this?”

Taking a quick look around Floyd found their small group surround by a sea of shoppers. A few of them paying more attention to the three loiterers than was polite.

“Over there.” Floyd said. Grabbing the woman’s arm he led her to a photo both situated near the main entrance. Hurried along by his painfully enlarged cock. His half-forgotten daughter followed at a discreet distance.

Parting the curtain Floyd climbed into the booth. Laughing the woman climbed in after him. “I never thought I get knocked up in a photo booth.”

“I never thought my daughter would pick the mother of my next child,” Floyd responded.

Floyd and Cindy found the booth a tight fit making it a struggle just to remove enough clothing for their impromptu fuck.