Interracial Chatroom Surprise Ch 01

I'd never been into porn or anything like that, but when my parents put the internet on the PC in my room so I could use it for my homework, I couldn't resist the temptation of having a little look around.

I have to admit I was shocked. I'm 18 and have always thought I was pretty adventurous when it came to sex, but the kind of stuff I saw, well, it was all a bit much. Sure, I've done oral, plenty of it, but no way would I let guys cum on my face or ram their cock down my throat till I gagged. Sorry, but I can't see the fun in that for me. Also, anal may sound erotic to guys, but my ass is a no-go zone. All pain and no pleasure, the way I see it.

So after a few weeks I got bored with the dirty photos and videos and moved on to the dirty chat rooms. I didn't have a microphone or webcam, but I had a bit of fun talking dirty – typing dirty really – with a whole bunch of guys and quite a few girls. Like I said, there are a few things I'd never do sexually, but that's in real life. On the net, I'd do anything. Of course, it was all playacting. I'd be telling these guys how I was nude and ramming cucumbers up my pussy and ass, when really I was just in my jeans and jumper having a laugh.

But one guy was different from the rest. When we chatted, it was more interesting. He didn't just want to cyber, he wanted to talk about other things – music, books, even politics. Sometimes we didn't cyber at all. And then he told me where he lived. I was shocked to discover we were in the same town.

That complicated things. I'd been telling all kinds of lies about myself – how I'd slept with all these guys and done all these erotic things and all the other crazy stuff people make up on the net. I slowly started to back away from all the rubbish I'd been sprouting. Pretty soon, I was telling him the truth. And then I even told him my real name. He admitted he'd been doing the same as me, having fun making up things, but now he started to tell the truth too.

I was really starting to like him. The thing is, I know net relationships are dumb things. It's so easy to get yourself hooked onto some psycho. I didn't think Rick, which was the guy's name, was a psycho, but I was still edgy about taking our 'relationship' any further. I didn't want to send him my photo in case he recognised me in the street, so he didn't send me one. I described myself – 18, slim, tall (5' 9", which is tall for a girl, I think) pretty (if I do say so myself) and with long blonde hair. He said he liked the sound of that and described himself as tall, dark and handsome. I wanted more detail, so he said he was 22 years old, 6' 3", athletic and (typing in LOL, which is compulsory for every second line in chatrooms) with a 9 inch cock. I typed back LOL and that was that. For the time being. But then the temptation became too much and I decided I wanted to meet him.

We arranged to meet on a Saturday afternoon at a park near a mall we both knew. I said I'd be wearing a red top, and he said he'd wear a red cap to match. I also told him I'd be sitting on a park bench in quiet corner of the park, so that no one else could see us. I didn't want to bump into any of my friends.

So there I was, sitting alone on the park bench in my red top, when I heard a voice behind me.

"Is that you Becky?"

I think I forgot to mention that my name is Rebecca, though everyone calls me Becky. The voice was deep and smooth. I turned around, smiling.

"Yes, is that you Ri..."

I stopped mid sentence. This had to be a mistake. Yes, he was wearing a red cap, but this couldn't' be Rick – not my Rick. Because this man was...black.

"Yes, it's me. Hi."

He was talking as if everything was normal, but he hadn't told me he was black. I'd expected a white boy. I was stunned. I couldn't speak. He didn't seem to notice.

"Well, you weren't lying. You really are pretty."

I didn't know what to say. Let me explain. It's not that I've got anything against black people. It's just that...well...my parents don't really approve of them – especially my mother. She's from the South, and though she moved up to Boston when she married my father, she still has those ingrown Southern attitudes. I've often argued with her about it, but she never listens. She sent me to a private girl's school because she thought I wouldn't come in contact with the 'wrong kind of people' there, and we live in a suburb where there aren't many black people at all. In fact, embarrassed as I am to say it, I've never had a black or Asian friend. I've barely spoken to a black person in my life.

So now, finding myself looking at black man who I expected to be a white man, I suddenly found that I had a lot of my mother in me. What could I say?

"You...um...you're Rick? No, you can't be Rick."

He looked suddenly perturbed.

"Can't I? What, I'm not what you expected."

"Well...um...no. I mean, you're tall and good looking, like you said, but..."

"But what?"

And then he suddenly understood.

"You mean...you didn't realise I was black? But you had to know? How could you not know?"

I panicked.

"Um...no...it's not that. It's...it's..."

But he saw through me.

"Oh that's what it is all right. I don' know why, but you didn't know I was black. And you don't like it, do you? You liked the man you chatted with on the net, but now that you see he's a black man, so you don't like him any more."

I was mortified – mainly because he was right. I didn't think I was a racist, but maybe I was, because there was no way I was going to have any kind of relationship with this man – no way. Yes, he was tall, dark and handsome – just like he said. But he was black, and 18 years of my mother's indoctrination had done its work on me.

"I'm sorry Rick. I didn't know. It's just such a shock for me."

I suddenly realised that Rick had given me plenty of indications that he was black. Not directly, but it was just in his general conversation. Even when he said 'tall, dark and handsome' he added, 'very dark' with a 'lol' after it. But me...I didn't notice because...well, because of the way I was brought up. I just didn't think black people would use things like the internet. It's crazy, but that's what I thought.

Rick was just as shocked as I was. His voice had been cheerful when he greeted me, hurt when he saw my reaction, but now his tone was angry.

"I can't believe this. We've been chatting online for months, we've got so much in common, so many things we both like – but suddenly none of that matters because I'm black."

What could I say? He was exactly right.

"I'm so sorry. I...I...don't know what to say."

Now he was furious.

"That's all, is it? You can't get to know me? Can't find out what kind of person I am? You can't even talk to me can you?"

I was numb. Embarrassed, afraid, sick in the stomach. I just kept saying the same thing over and over.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.'

I'd hurt him, hurt him bad. Now I was afraid he'd want to hurt me back – physically hurt me. I started thinking, why had I chosen this deserted section of the park to meet him? There was absolutely no one around. And I thought – yes, the same old stereotype – that because he was black he might drag me into the bushes and rape me. That's what black people do, don't they?

But then I looked at Rick and felt terrible. There were tears in his eyes.

"Oh...oh Rick, I'm so sorry. Please...please...it's all my fault."

He looked at me with his sad eyes and my heart broke for him. How could I be so awful? How could I have judged him – pre-judged him – the way I did. I wanted to hold him, to make him feel better. But it was too late.

"Becky...I...I just can't believe the wonderful person I've been chatting with for so long could turn out to be like this. I just...just..."

He didn't finish the sentence. Instead, he turned and walked away. There were tears in my eyes now, but even then, I couldn't help but notice the lithe athleticism of his body. Had I just made the biggest mistake of my life?

I went home, shattered, and lay on my bed for hours. When my mother called me for dinner, I told her I wasn't feeling well.

Then I turned on my computer. Clicked on my internet icon. Went to my favourite chat room. There it was looking at me, Rick's name, sitting at the top of my list of friends. I had loved talking to him. But now it was all over. All over because of me.

Then I noticed the glow behind the face beside Rick's name. He was online.

I sat there for a long time, wanting to say hello. But how could I, after what I had done. Then I did it. I typed three words:

So, so, so sorry.

Nothing happened. He didn't respond. I waited five minutes, then started typing. And typing. The words just flowed out of me.

I know you're hurt. I know I was awful. It's hard for me to explain the reason I reacted the way I did. Let me try. I don't know any black people. I don't know any Asian people. I only know white people. I've lived a closeted, protected life. But I realise now how small-minded that has made me. I know from all the time we've been chatting that you're a good person, with a good heart and a generous soul. I know from seeing you at the park that you're handsome and strong. You probably don't want to talk with me or even chat with me again, but I would like to see you. I'd like to try again and get to know the person you are without any of my bigotry getting in the way. If you don't answer me, I'll understand. I'm so sorry I hurt you.

I stopped typing and held my hand to my face. Without realising it, I had been crying the whole time. I watched the screen, waiting. One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes. Still no reply. And then, after five minutes...

Tomorrow. Same time, same place.

Suddenly I felt I was floating on air. Had he forgiven me? Probably not. Maybe he just wanted to give me a piece of his mind. But maybe he really would give me the second chance I asked for.

So there I was, 24 hours after our first horrible meeting, sitting on the same park bench wearing the same red top – even though it was a much colder day and I was feeling the chill. Without a sound, there was suddenly someone sitting next to me.

"Your really have no black friends?"

I looked across. It was Rick. I choked back a tear.

"No. Not one."

He shook his head.

"And you don't know any Asians?"

"Well, I've met some. But I've never had one as a friend."

"And when I said I was tall, dark and handsome – and added 'very dark' to the sentence, you didn't realise I was black?"

"No."

Then I heard a laugh.

"How did you ever get to College, because you sure don't sound all that smart."

I turned and looked at him. He was smiling. I wanted to smile too, but instead I burst into tears. He was so nice, so kind, and I'd been so awful.

A moment later he had moved up next to me and had me in his arms.

"It's okay, Becky. It's okay. Hey, I've had worse. A lot worse, I can tell you. I just never expected it from you."

That only made me cry more, which made him laugh more.

"Suppose I should just shut up. Everything I say just makes you cry."

And that made me cry more. It felt so good in his strong arms that I couldn't believe I had been so bad to him. Finally I settled down. He looked down at me with his soft brown eyes.

"Let's go get some coffee and get to know each other."

Over the next two weeks we did just that. We got to know each other well. Very well. In fact, it's fair to say that I had fallen head over heels in love with him. I had shocked myself – but not half as much as it would shock my mother if she knew. I kept telling her I was visiting friends, when really I was seeing Rick any time I could. And then...he invited me to come to his place. Rick was studying medicine and had a small apartment near the university. To be honest, I was a little frightened. No, I wasn't a virgin, but I'd never been with a black man and I was afraid – yes, the old prejudices coming through – that he might be too rough with me.

His apartment was neat and tidy. I looked around, pleased to see he wasn't one of those students who lived like pigs. To my surprise, Rick seemed more nervous than me. We both knew what we were there for. We hadn't said anything, but we knew. I decided to get things rolling.

"So...where do you sleep?"

He looked embarrassed. Do black men blush? And if they do, how can you tell? Rick pulled at the sofa, and it quickly turned into a bed.

"Um...here."

Now we were both standing either side of the bed, looking anywhere but at each other. I started to cross and uncross my legs. I was feeling very, very wet. And I couldn't help but notice that there was a lot of pressure in the crotch region of Rick's pants. Then I heard voice which sounded a lot like mine, because it was, saying something I thought I'd never be saying in front of a black man.

"Right then...I'm going to take my clothes off now."

Rick's eye's lit up. He watched closely as each article came off. My breasts sprung out of my bra impressively, and when I pulled off my knickers to reveal my trimmed pussy, I could see by the bulge in his crotch grow even harder.

"Now it's your turn."

Rick didn't have to be told twice. A moment later he was down to his boxers. His black body sparkled – he looked like an Olympic athlete. God, what a body! And then the big moment – and I mean big. When the boxers went down, nine inches of thick cock popped up. I had never seen anything like it.

"Oh my God!"

Rick looked worried.

"What...is something wrong?"

I started laughing, never taking my eyes off his beautiful cock.

"Wrong? Oh no, no, no. It's just right."

Before Rick could move, I'd sprung across the bed and had his black monster in my hands, looking at it closely with genuine awe. He ran his hands through my hair gently. I couldn't resist, and I'm sure Rick wouldn't have wanted me too. I ran my tongue along the lengthy of this cock. It was hot and throbbing. Somehow, I was making it grow even bigger. Then I took the head into my mouth. It was a tight fit, but I was determined to suck Rick's cock like it had never been sucked before.

I pulled him down onto the bed, pushed him onto his back, then straddled his face, putting a leg on either side of him. He didn't need any more hints. A moment later I felt his long, pink tongue against my firm pink clit. My head exploded. It was amazing. With his hands holding my hips, his tongue worked hard, flicking my clit gently but firmly in a way I had never experienced before. I started grinding my hips into his face. Inspired by his efforts, I went to work on his cock, taking more and more of it into my mouth. My jaw had never opened so wide – it was a real monster. But I was determined to give as good as I got. With a huge effort, I was able to get part of his cock down my throat. It wasn't easy and I had never done it for any other boy, but I wanted to give Rick everything I got. And every flick of his tongue made me scream with pleasure, making me open my mouth wider take even more of his cock down my throat.

Suddenly I was screaming – even with his cock down my throat, I was screaming my lungs out. The pleasure, the joy was amazing. I hardly ever cum, but Rick was doing it all with his tongue. I could feel pussy juice pouring down my legs. And the more I screamed, the more I came, the more excited Rick got. A second later he let out a long groan and suddenly my mouth was filled with cum – it seemed like buckets of the stuff was pouring down my throat. Again, I never swallow, but I was determined to swallow every drop Rick gave me. And I did it! I was so proud of myself.

We both slumped down on the bed, exhausted.

We lay there for a few minutes in a state of pure bliss. Rick broke the silence.

"That. Was. Amazing."

I smiled, pleased with myself.

"You were pretty good yourself."

He smiled. I looked down at his shrivelled cock.

"Oh, poor Little Ricky has gone all soft. How can he go visiting my special place if he's all soft?"

Rick gave me a big grin.

"Maybe if Becky gave Little Ricky a kiss he might get his strength back."

No second requests were required. A moment later Ricks soft meat was in my mouth, getting hard fast. I felt two, then three of his fingers slide into my pussy. I was glad the pussy juice was still pouring out of me, because I had never had anything nearly as big as Rick's cock in me.

Now we were ready. I made my confession.

"I've never had more than seven inches in me, so be gentle Rick."

"Don't worry baby. Get on your hands and knees and we'll do it doggy style, that should make it easier for you."

I did as I was told and Rick quickly took up his position at my rear. I felt the head of his hot meat pressing at my soft pink pussy lips. I started shaking. Maybe he would be too big for me.

But his tongue had done a good job. I was wet and well lubricated with pussy juice. As he started sliding his black monster into me, I was amazed how my pussy opened up for him. First two inches, then three, then four. Then he pulled his cock all the way out, before...OH! With one forceful thrust, he sent the entire nine inches all the way into my pussy. And it was heaven.

"Oh my God, Oh yes Rick...that is soooo good. Oh my Godddddd!"

Suddenly I was a different person, speaking a different language. The girl who wanted Rick to be gentle was gone.

"Oh yesss Rick, yesss...fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt hard...OHHHHHH."

I never use the word 'cunt'. Never. But with Rick's black cock pounding me, 'pussy' seemed too nice a word. I wanted the dirtiest word I could think of. I was in raptures. This was fucking like I'd never had it before. And I wanted more of it.

"Oh Rick...Oh fuck...Oh yeah...fuck my cunt Rick...fuck my cunt hard with your big black cock."

Rick had no intention of doing anything else.

"Anything you say."

The next moment he threw me on my back and started fucking me from the side of the bed, holding my ass cheeks high in the air, driving his cock even deeper into me. I was like a rag doll, totally out of control. Then he picked me up, hugging me. As his cock slid still deeper and deeper, I wrapped my legs around his waist and drove my tongue down his throat. Then he pressed me against the wall, fucking me harder and harder. And through it all, I was screaming and screaming, cumming with almost every thrust of his cock. He started pounding me faster and faster, faster and faster. Sweat was pouring off both our bodies, steaming off us in the heat of our frantic fucking, and then with one final thrust, Rick rammed his cock so far up my cunt that I could almost taste it. He groaned a groan that came from deep, deep in his stomach, deep in his soul. His load shot into me like a bursting dam, pouring into my cunt, then squeezing out of my pussy lips and down my legs. Buckets of cum. I could hardly believe how much he had in him.

His legs buckled. Slowly he slumped onto the ground, with me still wrapped around him. He leaned against the wall as we kissed, hugging each other so tight we could barely breath. My whole body glowed with pleasure, even though my cunt felt sore from the pounding Rick had given me.

Then I turned my head towards Rick, a dreamy smile on my face.

"You know, if my mother had known what a black cock could do for her, maybe she wouldn't have brought me up the way she did."

Rick smiled, his white teeth glowing against his black skin.

"Well maybe you should introduce her to some black cock...purely for educational purposes, of course."

I wriggled my hips on his slowly shrivelling cock. Even then, half soft inside me, it was still huge.

"I know where I can find one."

He looked at me oddly.

"What? You'd want me to fuck your mother?"

"Would you?"

"No. No way. You're all I want."

Then he thought about it for a moment, and smiled sheepishly.