The first time I found out I had a breeding fetish was some of the best sex I had in my life.

So this was just after high school and I was dating this girl named Chelsea. Chelsea was a tiny, petite dancer who had olive skin, very tan. She had big brown eyes with long curly hair, wide hips and tiny perky tits. If you didn’t know she was Italian you might mistake her for South American.

A group of friends had all went up to my buddy’s parent’s mountain house for the weekend, and since the place was pretty crowded, Chelsea and I had to sleep on the couch. Specifically off limits was the master bedroom where my friend’s parents slept when they were up there. It had a big mirror in the room facing a large queen sized bed.

For me and Chelsea, it was hard to keep our hands off each other. It was so hot and she was wearing shorts and a tight top. Throughout the first day we were there, as we drank more and more, whenever no one was looking she would run her fingers over my bulge and rub my dick through my pants.

That night on the couch it only got worse. The couch was big enough to fit both of us, so I was spooning Chelsea from behind. Two of my friends were lying down on the floor. We put a movie on just to have some white noise to sleep. I knew from the minute we laid down she wasn’t going to make it easy for me.

Once we were under the blanket, Chelsea took off her shorts to reveal a black thong. Her legs and ass felt so good and hot right up against my skin, with only the thin fabric of my boxers separating us. And I was so hard. I know she felt it because after a while, she started gyrating her hips back against me, grinding her ass on my hard dick.

I tried my best not to just pin her down and fuck her then and there. I was gently biting on her ear and trying to be as quiet as possible. Eventually my hand drifted down past her tight stomach, grazing her belly button ring, and came to rest directly over her pussy. I could feel the heat radiating off her when I ran my fingers over the fabric of her thong. I slipped my hands down her panties and started to rub circles around her clit. She was breathing heavily and making small moans, and even though my friends on the floor seemed to be asleep I was nervous they might hear. I put my hand around her mouth and plunged my fingers inside her, stroking up to find her g spot.

“Please,” she said. “Let’s go somewhere.”

The master bedroom wasn’t far from us, and was currently empty as a few of my friends were still out back. Chelsea and I slipped in quietly and shut the door. From then on we were on each other moving quickly, ripping off clothes and stripping. Chelsea got down to her knees and started passionately sucking my dick, her brown eyes looking up at me. I grabbed her head and fucked her face. My cock was pulsing in her mouth and I had to make her stop before I came down her throat.

With that she got onto the bed and I shuffled to find a condom. As much as I hated them, I found one, my last one, and put it on as she went ass up face down, facing the mirror.

“I want to watch,” she said, motioning toward the mirror.

I grabbed her hips from behind and slapped her ass hard before I plunged into her. She felt so tight and bucked her hips back into me as I fucked her hard. I grabbed her dark curly hair and balled it into my fist, bringing her into eye contact with me through the mirror. At that moment I could feel her pussy tense up around my cock and her body spasm. Her orgasm rocked through her and she grabbed my arm as she rode through it.

After her first orgasm, we gave up on being quiet. I drilled into Chelsea fast and hard like a piston. She felt so good.

“Fuck, fuck, you’re so deep,” she tried to whisper through tiny moans. And it was true, I could feel that I was deeper than I had ever been in her. She felt amazing.

I knew it felt too good and shortly noticed the condom I had on was broken. I pulled out.

“Oh no please please I was so close.” She whimpered.

“Babe, fuck, the condom is broken,” I said. Chelsea was still bucking her hips back onto me longingly. She reached behind and started stroking my cock, feeling the broken condom.

It was not safe. Chelsea was definitely at a fertile time of her cycle, she was always very regular. She hesitated and looked at me through the mirror with hungry eyes all the while her hips never stopped bucking back into me. Her fingers ran the length of the underside of my dick.

“Just pull out, but don’t stop.” She whispered.

I slowly slipped back into her and started to pick up pace again. Now I could feel every inch of her. Not that I have a really big dick, but girls have said it’s thick, and I felt like I was stretching her out with every thrust. It was definitely such a risk, I was very deep inside her and hadn’t cum in a week. I could feel it building inside me as my cock pulsed within her at every stroke. I couldn’t last very long going raw.

“Chel, I’m gonna cum.”

“Don’t stop! Please, please, please, I’m so close.” Her movements got more desperate and aggressive, her hips were wildly bucking into me by now. She was on the edge.

“I’m gonna cum, Chel!” I said louder.

Chelsea pressed her ass back into me so I was extremely deep inside her and started moaning, almost like a chant “don’t pull out, don’t pull out, fill me up, fill me up.”

I felt her entire body tense up under me and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pushed all the way inside her and pumped my first rope of cum right into her womb. Chelsea moaned gutturally and her eyes rolled back as I emptied my balls into her.

We laid on top of each other there panting for a minute? A few seconds? An hour? I couldn’t tell but I couldn’t stop thinking about how her pussy was full of my cum and how hot that was. When I finally pulled out of her only a little cum leaked out.

I remember putting my hand on Chelsea’s lower stomach and kissing her deeply and her whispering in my ear how how full of my cum she was and how she’s worried because it felt like that would get her pregnant. That awakened something really powerful in me. From that day on I never wanted to use condoms again and became obsessed with the idea of filling my partners full of cum and getting them pregnant.

Thankfully (or maybe not thankfully?) Chelsea was able to get Plan B and did not get pregnant, although I’m fairly certain she would have. And even though my friend found out we viciously fucked in his parent’s bedroom, he was surprisingly chill about it and just had us wash the sheets.

And that’s my supervillain origin story.