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“Never did play with Dawn when she was pregnant," he says, rubbing her stomach and taking the tray.

“Come right back when you put that away," Trisha says, “and we'll be ready to fix that."

Rob eagerly makes his way back to the kitchen, where he makes sure to put it away for when her hunger comes back. After all, this pregnant lady has a different kind of craving.

As long as Rob knew her, Trisha had been an insatiable sort, always working on one project or another while only taking time to hang out with Dawn from time to time. He didn't find the true depths of her desires until that party, where she let loose on his wife and let him fuck her until she was brimming with his sperm.

He chuckles just thinking about it. And yet, to know for certain that the child inside her is his and not her husband's… it isn't the first time he's been a dad, but the first time he's fathered a child that wouldn't really be his. He sighs and pushes the thought aside, washing the bowl and putting it away, like a good and dutiful man. After all, it was Dawn who told him to treat Trisha like his wife for the whole weekend, and that if he didn't please Trisha, then it would be to Dawn that he would have to answer to.

Opening the door to the room leads him to a different view than before. The lights are off, and only the rays of the sun poking in from around the thick curtains and flickering candlelight show off the form standing there. No longer covered by the sheets, Trisha stands before him, laying her hands on the top of her breasts, showing off how much more shapely she has gotten in preparation for nursing her new bundle of joy. Below those brimming lovelies, her belly swells with new life, thick, round, and showing that the delivery inside is nearly ready to greet the world and begin a new generation. Her hips are as thick and wide as ever, ready to bring forth that new life, but also, there is something else to her body down there--the gentle glistening of a woman ready to breed once again.

“Insatiable…" Rob sighs as he sees her, taking a few steps forward towards the bed.

Trisha flutters her eyes and moves a hand down along her chest. As her palm brushes over her nipple, her lip twitches a moment, but she continues to move it down, a soft shimmering of liquid tracing down along the mound as her hand spreads it over her earthy skin.

“Superfetation," the woman says, the scientific term running over her lips makes it sexy, in some strange way.

“Excuse me?" Rob asks, blinking.

“Superfetation," She repeats and pats the bed. “I'll explain in a moment. But first, you know what to do."

Rob nods and crawls up onto the bed, laying down upon it. While their first encounter saw him ramming himself hard into her pussy, he's since come to learn that when Dawn isn't involved, Trisha is usually the one in charge. He lays back, his hands going under the pillow, and just enjoying the view.

Trisha clambers up to the bed, one hand under her belly for support as the other helps her pull up. She straddles him, gently making sure she isn't overexerting herself. It would be quite the danger if she had, and soon, she sits right below his erect manhood, the tower of fertility poking up against her belly, rubbing up against the pregnant skin.

“It's a rarity in the medical field, actually," Trisha says. “Wherein someone who is pregnant may actually ovulate…" She pushes herself up now, glistening pussy lips licking over his thirsty shaft. “No one really knows how or why it happens. But the studies have been increasing recently as curiosity of the matter grows."

Rob nods, wondering just where she's going with part of his mind, but the other focuses entirely on the feeling of her warm body teasing his manhood.

“It's not to be confused with Superfecundation. That's when two eggs come out at once and are fertilized seperate times. Oooh, the times I tell you when I see a girl I met at a swinger's party strolling down the street with a double-seater stroller. One of them a cute little man, the other the prettiest pup you ever did see."

She pushes herself up, her lips hovering just over his shaft. As she speaks, she looks down toward the direction of his cock, as if she can actually see it over her bountiful body. “And yet, I wonder, just how far can it go? How many children? How many fathers? Siblings raised together, sharing the blood of their mother, and nothing else but their friendship to each other? Can you imagine a family more interesting?"

For a moment, Rob's mind flutters back to his in-laws, how their grown-up daughters so happily please his godson, Robby, and even him and his wife sometimes. “Depends on your definition," he says, with a knowing chuckle.

A twinkle in Trisha's eyes tells him that he has some explaining to do, but not now. She lowers herself, the lips of her sex kissing the tip of his. She tilts her head back, her lips parting in a pleased sigh, before she pushes herself down lower.

She's as wonderful as she has ever been, wrapping around his length, covering it in her slick and ready fluids. Rob shifts a bit, fighting against his urge to thrust deep into her right here and now. In the back of his mind, he worried about harming the baby, but seeing her so ready and her wonderful, fertile body lowering down on him makes the fight so difficult, perhaps too difficult.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she lowers herself down, her lips kissing against his hips, fully taking himself in. He grunts, unable to help himself as a weak groan emerges from his throat, followed by a too-loud. “F…fuck…"