Easter Revenge by ImoutoCommissions

   By the time Sandra really begins to show, it's become impossible to 
keep her pregnancy a secret
   from her closer friends, and she lets them in on it. Though, for the 
most part, they are a trustworthy
   group, it can be impossible to keep rumors from spreading, especially 
in their age group, and the
   information escapes her inner circle, spreading throughout their 
school until pretty much everyone
   knows the truth about just how close she and Eric really are. For the 
most part, she is met with
   congratulation, but, like anywhere, there are those who want to stir 
up trouble, and she has
   enemies even though she does nothing to try to gain them.

   One of her biggest enemies is another very popular girl, one named 
Andrea. She is the captain of
   their middle school's cheer squad, and is every bit the stereotypical 
popular girl. She's blonde, her
   body is developing a bit quicker than the other girls her age, and 
she is intimidating, and
   intimidating enough to get other girls to follow her. She is popular 
because of these things,
   whereas Sandra is simply kind and likeable, and that is where their 
differences come from.

   Needless to say, Andrea has a lot of harsh things to say about her 
rival, and her rival's impending
   motherhood. "Well, well, well," she says, the first chance she has to 
talk with Sandra, "it looks
   like the perfect preacher's daughter finally messed up. What, were 
you too stupid? Didn't know
   how to do it without getting knocked up in the process?" Sneering, 
she said, "I'd never let my
   perfect body get ruined by getting pregnant and swelling up like a 
balloon! Especially not with
   some nerd like Eric."

   Irritated, Sandra is just barely able to keep her cool, and she 
coldly replies, "Are you really that
   jealous that my boyfriend stuck around for longer than a couple 
weeks? Even with the prospect of
   becoming a father, he still didn't leave me, which is more than you 
can say for any of the several
   guys you've gone out with."

Andrea splutters in response, so angry that she can barely speak, 
perhaps because Sandra has gotten directly to the root of the matter. 
Satisfied for the time being, Sandra drags Eric along behind her as she 
leaves, but she isn't done with her rival yet. This time, she's crossed 
a line, and Sandra wants to get real revenge, something that the snobby 
cheerleader won't soon forget.

And so, she begins to plot.

~X~

Sandra and Eric decide to host a party on Easter following the church 
service, and Sandra decides to invite Andrea to carry out her revenge. 
The cheer captain doesn't suspect a thing, despite their animosity, 
likely vain enough to believe that Sandra wants her there anyway, and 
she attends, meaning that Sandra's plan is already going off without a 
hitch.

Sandra keeps the Easter bunny costume that she had to wear for the 
children's egg hunt at church, and wears it to the party, and she keeps 
a close eye on Andrea, offering her punch in her part as the perfect 
hostess. As with most of their parties, there has been alcohol snuck in, 
and she makes sure that Andrea gets more than a fair dose, keeping her 
tipsy so that she lowers her guard more and more. And, once she can tell 
that Andrea is incredibly intoxicated, it isn't difficult for Sandra to 
slip her a very special drink, not laced with anything too hard, just 
simple melatonin, but it'll be enough to get her drowsy, and with the 
alcohol in her system, she should stay asleep.

She slumps over on the couch, and Sandra keeps a close eye on her while 
she drifts off.

Eric, meanwhile, has spent most of the party watching his wife busy 
herself with the guests, and blushing over how cute the costume looks on 
her, and how much it shows off her growing tummy. At some point, he 
loses track of her, and he's just starting to wonder where she got off 
to when he sees her standing in the opening of the hallway that leads to 
their bedroom. When they make eye contact, she gestures for him to join 
her before bouncing off down the hallway. Eric follows after her, 
wondering what sort of wicked things his wife might have in mind for 
him, but nothing could prepare him for what he sees when he reaches the 
guest bedroom.

He drops his glass of punch in surprise when he sees Andrea, laying face 
down on the bed with her legs hanging off of it, with pillows under her 
to lift her rear. Her skirt is flipped up and her panties are yanked 
down to her knees, and her pussy is in full view. Eric has no idea 
what's going on right now, or if he's slipped into an alternate 
universe, or something.

Sandra comes up behind him, wrapping her arms around him as well as she 
can with her baby bump in the way, and she rests her hand over the tent 
in his pants. "Do you think Andrea has a pretty pussy?" she asks, 
pointing out his arousal. "Would you like to fuck it?"

"Wha- I would never, ever think about cheating on you," he protests, and 
Sandra giggles.

"You know it doesn't count as cheating if I'm okay with it," she 
replies, unzipping his pants and nudging him forward as she frees his 
erection, guiding him so that his cock is close to the unconscious girl. 
She begins stroking his cock, trying to tempt him into thrusting forward 
and taking their guest, and he squirms under her touch, his arousal 
growing.

"You know, based on what I've heard about her cycle just from the other 
cheerleaders, and the little test I did on her before you came here, 
she's at her most fertile right now," Sandra goes on to say. "And there 
are a lot of bets going around that she's still a virgin, which kinda 
spoils her reputation. All her ex-boyfriends complain about never 
getting any, so it's pretty likely that she never puts out."

He tries to resist her touch, and tries to resist what she is implying, 
but she continues to tease him, and murmurs, "Just imagine her all 
swelled up with your baby, with no idea how she got pregnant or who the 
father is. Wouldn't that be the perfect payback for how she insulted 
you, and your lovely wife?"

Eric is completely thrown by what she's saying, exclaiming, "You know 
how wrong that is!"

"Easter used to be a pagan fertility holiday, you know. And since 
Easter's fallen on April Fool's Day today, this is a fitting prank."

"But...but what if she wakes up?"

"Don't worry about it, she'll be out for a while."

Despite his reluctance, her work on his cock has him growing rather 
close, and he can feel himself tensing on the brink of an orgasm. Sandra 
can feel this as well, and she says, "With how I'm holding you, you're 
going to shoot your seed inside of Andrea whether you want to or not. 
Wouldn't you rather be pressed up against her cervix when it happens, 
instead of just getting a hand job?"

He's weak, and this is where his resistance finally crumbles; jerking 
forward, he pushes himself into Andrea's tight, virgin pussy just in 
time to fill her with his seed. Sandra smiles at this, proud of herself 
for convincing him to go along with her revenge plan, and she says, 
"Well, now you might as well give her a good fucking. Go on and enjoy 
yourself, dear."

By now, he's too far gone to regain his resistance, and he does just as 
Sandra tells him, no longer able to deny her her revenge. He begins 
thrusting further into Andrea, burying himself completely in her, and if 
it hurts for her first time, she doesn't wake up to complain about it, 
so he decides that it must be fine. She's definitely tight, but she 
relaxes around him more as he penetrates her, and he wonders if she's 
subconsciously into it- perhaps having a nice dream?

Whatever the case, his second climax is very quick, even for him, 
because of how tight and unfamiliar it is. He groans as he spills inside 
of her again and Sandra grins, knowing that they've now doubled their 
chances. At this rate, she'll have her perfect revenge, no doubt.

"Let's turn her over, now," she says. "You can play with her boobs and 
imagine them swelling up with milk! Well, swelling even bigger than they 
already are, I guess." He nods, pulling out temporarily so that Sandra 
can roll Andrea onto her back, and he pushes back inside of her once 
she's ready.

Eric reaches up to grope at both of her breasts, larger than Sandra's by 
a considerable amount...well, less so than they would have been, back 
before she got pregnant. She's grown a little bit since then, but still, 
Andrea is bigger than her, and it's different for him. Once he's begun 
to fondle her, he really starts to thrust into her, falling back into 
his old rhythm, and then speeding up even more. She's relaxing and 
loosening up more, making it easier for him to fuck her, at a pace that 
better suits just how aroused he is now. It's almost hard to believe 
that, just a few minutes ago, he was resisting with all he had. Sandra 
has really done a number on him, he knows, and there's a lot more to her 
than the innocent girl that meets the eye.

He doesn't have to worry about how he gropes her breasts, either. With 
Sandra, who is always fully conscious, he makes sure to make it 
pleasurable for her, enough so that it isn't just a selfish act, a 
chance for him to be able to touch boobs. But with Andrea, she isn't 
even aware of the fact that he is touching her, and he doesn't have to 
take her pleasure into consideration at all. That means that he can 
grope her as clumsily or as hungrily as he wants to, that he can just 
take his time enjoying how she feels in his hands, and satisfy a 
curiosity that he's had for longer than he cares to admit. She may be a 
bitch, but she's a busty one, and he's only human. This gets him too 
easily excited, and so, it only makes sense that it doesn't take him 
much longer before he reaches his limit again, and shoots another load 
inside of her. It's the third time that he's filled Andrea with his 
seed, and if she really is as fertile right now as Sandra claims, then 
there's no way that he hasn't knocked her up by now.

For a moment, he just pauses to catch his breath, slumped over Andrea 
and panting, but, while Sandra gives him a little time to recover, it 
isn't long before she wants his attention back to herself. She tells 
Eric that he's done enough and that he can pull out now, and when he 
does, she ensures that Andrea is properly supported by pillows, and that 
there's no trace of seed other than where it's started to leak out of 
her very filled pussy, and then makes sure that she isn't at risk of 
choking if she vomits in her sleep. Sandra puts her panties back into 
place and flips her skirt back down, leaving the scene as if nothing 
ever happened.

Finally, she turns to Eric and asks, "Are you still up to satisfying 
your horny honey bunny?"

Her words, combined with that costume, have him hard again in no time, 
and he picks her up in his arms, carrying her off to their own bedroom, 
and laying her down on the bed there. Really, this is what he's been 
waiting for all day, and he's glad that he didn't exhaust himself on 
Andrea when he can have what he really wants now.

"You're so cute in that costume," he breathes, not the first time he's 
complimented it today, and she's heard it all already.

"Hurry up and fuck my bunny cunny," she replies impatiently. He wastes 
no time in unsnapping the snaps that hold the crotch of her costume in 
place, and smiles when it falls open to reveal her lack of panties. He 
gets into position and plunges deep inside of her, reminded of just how 
amazing it is to be with her.

What he did to Andrea was reluctant and mechanical, even when he 
eventually lost himself in it, but fucking Sandra is something else 
entirely. He is eager and he is passionate and though it is all 
familiar, it will never be boring to him.

"You're amazing," he moans, "and you're so much better than her, I hope 
you know that. Even though she was a virgin, your pussy is tighter, and 
warmer, and silkier, and all around better in every way. You're prettier 
and cuter and smarter and sexier and way, way nicer than her, too, she 
really can't hold a candle to my sexy honey bunny!"

Sandra leans up to try to kiss him in response, but her stomach stops 
her, making it impossible to fully close the distance between them when 
they're in a position like this. Instead, she says, "You know you don't 
have to work so hard to convince me. I know you wouldn't have touched 
her if it weren't a part of my scheme."

"I know that," he says. "But I want to compliment you as much as I can 
anyway, because you really are superior in every way. She may think 
she's all that, but she has to try and prove it with her attitude, while 
you're always-"

"That's enough," Sandra teases. "Remember you're fucking me, not giving 
a speech on inner beauty."

"Well, you've got plenty of outer beauty, too," he replies, but she has 
a point, and he picks up the pace of his thrusts, having slowed down a 
little bit while trying to express his preference.

Now, he doesn't allow anything to distract him, putting all of his 
passion into fucking her, hoping to prove her superiority to her even 
more through how much he puts into fucking her. She must be able to tell 
just how much more he enjoys it like this. He's tiring himself out, but 
he would never dream of slowing down until he'd satisfied her, so he 
doesn't, working to get her closer and staring down at her lovingly, 
hoping that this makes up for him not being able to kiss her right now. 
Later, they will definitely do plenty to make up for it, but for now, he 
just gazes at her, watching the way her face contorts in pleasure, 
knowing that there is simply no comparison between an unconscious girl 
and being able to see what he's doing written all over Sandra's face.

There's nothing quite like being with her, and he knows that even if 
Andrea had been conscious, it still wouldn't have been the same. Even if 
she liked him, even if she wanted it with him, there really is no 
comparison between her and Sandra, and Andrea could never hope to hold a 
candle to his wife. He's so lucky to have her, and to have won her over, 
even though he's still not sure how he got so lucky to have done that, 
and ended up married to her so young, and able to be with her every day. 
Despite his father-in-law, he's never been particularly religious, but 
some sort of miracle must have occurred for him to end up with her, and 
end up with this much.

It's while he's getting sentimental that he reaches his limit, and as he 
loses control, Sandra joins him in orgasm, tensing up around him as he 
fills her with his seed, and he is glad to be able to do this for her, 
since she had to watch him do it to Andrea so many times. Whether it was 
her plan or not doesn't really matter, he's sure she had to at least be 
a little jealous.

By the time he's come down from his climax, he knows that he's almost 
completely tired himself out, so Eric shifts their position so that he 
is spooned up behind Sandra, and can slide in and out of her at a 
slower, lazier, more gentle pace as he holds her. He rests a hand over 
her baby bump, rubbing and caressing it gently while he slowly fucks 
her, relaxed now, tired and content.

"I hope our baby's half-sibling turns out more like their father than 
their mother," Sandra says, after a bit of silence. "If they're more 
like you, then that would be great. I also hope they can get along with 
our baby, even if they're never going to know that they share a father."

Eric finally says something that's been weighing on his mind this whole 
time, speaking up with, "But what if Andrea just gets an abortion?"

"I doubt that'll happen. Her parents are some of the more devout in the 
congregation, you know," Sandra says with a wicked giggle. "And by the 
time she actually figures out that she's pregnant, she's going to be way 
too far along to be able to get an abortion without telling her parents 
about it, and there's no way they'll let her do that, even if they won't 
want the shame of having their young daughter becoming a mother already. 
They're definitely the types to consider abortion the greater sin."

Eric is surprised yet again by just how much she's thought this through, 
but Sandra always has been incredibly intelligent, so he supposes he 
shouldn't be. Giggling again, she says, "I wonder if they'll believe 
their daughter when she insists she's never been with a boy! What a 
miracle, right?"

When she sets her mind to something, his wife really can be quite 
terrifying, he realizes, and he is very glad that he is not only on her 
good side, but on the side that she will go this far to defend.