My teenage cock was already hardening as I walked up to the front door of Pei-Pei Chow. I had gotten a text telling me that her husband had just left for a business trip and her son was off taking one of those special classes that overachieving Asian kids take. That gave us a couple hours alone.

The door was flung open before I even got a chance to knock. Pei-Pei, as eager as I was, had been waiting by the door for me. We kissed right there on the front porch, too horny to care if anyone saw us.

Pei-Pei was thirty-eight years old and married to an Asian man. Her son and I went to the same high school, though he was a freshman and I was a sophomore. Our affair had started a month ago, when my parents threw a pool party for the neighborhood. I had been in a floating chair in the pool, my wet bathing suit clinging to my package and attracting a few stares from the neighborhood girls and women. But white girls had never really done it for me.

But then Pei-Pei showed up. In a bikini. Four months pregnant. I got hard, the head of my penis just barely peeking underneath the hem of my suits. And she noticed.

On a Wednesday night, when her husband was working late and her son had orchestra practice, she called me and begged me to come over. She said my cock had been haunting her mind nonstop. She had no idea that a man's cock, let alone a boy's, could get so big. Her husband was a grown man but only four inches hard. I told her that Asian cocks were tiny and that if she wanted any real pleasure in her life, she'd get a white man (Unless she wanted to get with a spic or a nigger, a thought that disgusted her). We fucked several times that night and I came into her pregnant womb several times.

That was a month ago. Since then, she'd come to hate her husband and all Asian men for keeping her from the pleasures of big white cock.

Without breaking our makeout session, Pei-Pei let me into her house and I shut the door behind me. She pulled me close, pushing her pregnant belly against my cock. I groped her yellow tits, while large even before her pregnancy, were now filling with milk.

Suddenly, she pulled away. "Tom," she said, "I have bad news."

My heart jumped, thinking that she wanted to break things off.

"The doctor told me the sex of my baby," she continued. "It's a boy. If it were a girl, I'd be happy because I would love to bring an Asian girl into the world to pleasure superior white men. But I can't believe I have to bring another limp-dicked yellow boy into the world. I hate it." She looked down at her bulging belly. "I hate you!" she shouted at her unborn Asian son.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

Pei-Pei looked at me in the eyes with a wicked grin that made my cock jump. "I want you to fuck me with that big white cock. I want you to fuck me so hard I lose this baby!"

She tore off her nightdress and I tore off my pants. "Let's go to the bedroom," I said hoarsely.

"No," she said. "The kitchen." She grabbed my erect penis like a leash and led me into the kitchen. She leaned against the counter, crushing her baby bump against it. "Ooh, I can feel him kicking. I think he's scared. I think he realizes Mommy doesn't love him very much."

"Good," I answered. Taking my place behind her, I thrust my cock into her wet, pregnant pussy and began pistoning in and out like a machine, eliciting loud, unabashed moans of pleasure from Pei-Pei.

"Harder! HARDER! CRUSH THE BABY IN MY WOMB!" Pei-Pei screamed as she came. I came like a fire hose into her cunt, imagining that my ejaculation was powerful enough to flush the Asian baby from her womb and replace it with a white one.

I pulled out and we both tried to catch our breath. We both knew it was nearly impossible to kill an unborn fetus through sex. But it was such a hot fantasy.

"I wish I could abort this baby," said Pei-Pei, "And replace it with yours."

"You could divorce your husband."

"I wish I could. But he makes all the money in this family."

We were interrupted by a ringing phone.

Pei-Pei picked it up and listened. She listened to the other end silently. Her face first showed shock, then elation. "Thank you," she said quickly before hanging up.

"Who was it?" I asked.

"The FAA. My husband's plane crashed. He's dead!"

Overcome with passion, I pulled her into a long kiss.

"I get everything," she whispered excitedly. "His money, his property." She looked at me meaningfully. "More than enough to pay for an abortion."

"You really mean what you said? About aborting your baby and having mine?"

"Yes." She rested her hand on her belly. "This womb belongs to you and my late husband's baby is a trespasser. But there's just one small problem."