Welcome to chapter seven of Ericka's Adventures. For those of you following this series, I apologize for the delay. The wilder side of my actual life (some threads of which weave into these stories) was keeping me quite busy and then, well, 2020 happened. At any rate, Ericka has unfinished business and I'm ready to continue her tale. A friendly reminder that this story is serialized and picks up immediately following chapter six, so I would highly recommend starting from the beginning. The Ericka's Adventures series follows Ericka on a journey of sexual awakening through her college years and beyond. As mentioned previously, these stories will touch upon various themes including group sex, lesbian sex, interracial sex, light BDSM, pregnancy risk, infidelity and cuckolding. A word of caution: this particular chapter introduces race play and uses language that could be offensive to some readers. The author does not condone the usage of this language in any other context.
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When Ericka awoke again, her first thought was "did that really just happen?"
The overall physical exhaustion and throbbing she felt between her legs answered Ericka's question unequivocally.
Ericka glanced at the clock on her bed stand. It was nearly 5pm. She had slept deeply for almost ten hours, her body clearly needing to recharge and restore after the intense interracial gangbang she had experienced the previous night.
Ericka realized she was parched. Desperately needing a glass of water, or two, she slowly sat up and peeled back her sheets, which felt stiff and foreign.
Ericka looked down and suddenly remembered that she simply collapsed into bed without showering when she arrived home early that morning. Her body had been covered and filled by countless loads of thick cum from eleven hung black studs she encountered throughout the night and it was now evident that their massive deposits had leaked out of her all night before eventually drying in a crusty mess.
Ericka rolled out of her previously comfortable bed and onto her feet. She hadn't completed one step when she realized she could barely walk.
Ericka knew this feeling well. The first time Mike had been inside her, she had trouble walking or sitting for a day or so. As she grew accustomed to his size, the effect stopped occurring.
But what Ericka had experienced last night was on an entire other level completely. She had fucked eleven guys, most of them bigger than Mike in length and girth.
Ericka was in pain as a result, but it was a pain she liked. It turned her on. She had a feeling she was going to feel this for several days, yet she was already thinking about wanting it again. Wanting more.
Ericka awkwardly and uncomfortably ambled to her kitchen and poured a glass of water, before returning to her bedroom and entering the bathroom.
By the time Ericka sat on the toilet, its hard seat amplifying her discomfort, she had already drank the entire glass of water.
Ericka peed, flushed and then turned the water on to draw a bath. As the water filled the tub, Ericka returned to the kitchen to refill her glass. Ericka stood in her kitchen, naked, and drank another full glass of water. She placed the empty glass in the sink and then willed herself back to the bathroom.
As had become her custom, Ericka paused to admire her body in her large mirror. She looked tired, but beautiful. Ericka looked in the mirror and a sexual Goddess looked back at her. A sexual Goddess that had just conquered eleven men. And not just normal men. These men were the pinnacle of the male sexual form. Their bodies were chiseled. Their features dark and handsome.
But of course their most impressive features were found between their legs: massively thick, impossibly long cocks and huge, virile balls.
These black Gods were seemingly engineered for a single purpose: to bring a woman to orgasm over and over, and to plant their potent seed deep inside. They had succeeded at their task.
Ericka smiled at herself in the mirror, then slipped into the steamy water. She began daydreaming of herself again surrounded by and filled with huge black cocks. She slipped a hand between her legs, closed her eyes and gently bit her lip.
After the wild events of Saturday night, Ericka was too mentally and physically spent to catch up on her schoolwork, and spent the majority of Sunday in bed recovering.
The next week of school felt like an eternity for Ericka. Dreadfully behind on her studies and with the physical effects of the pounding she took on Saturday lingering far longer than expected, Ericka laid low all week.
Another thing that lingered the entire week was Ericka's curiosity about whether or not her two missed birth control pills would be an issue.
Despite taking the morning after pill, the amount of cum inside her that night was shocking and Ericka wondered if that would be enough. Time would tell, she supposed.
When she wasn't at class or in transit to or from there, Ericka stayed at home. She fought off more than one attempt from Jen to get her to go out for drinks, using the very real excuse of two papers being due consuming all her time.
While the thoughts of Leah's party were never far from her mind, Ericka attempted to keep them at arm's length out of fear that they would consume her and drive her to neglect her school deadlines or do something far worse, such as drive her to recklessly try to recreate such bacchanalia on her own.
Ericka was a gorgeous young woman who could go to the bar or library or gym, anywhere really, and find a cute guy to fuck at a moment's notice. But she knew she would just be disappointed. Her desire to be filled by big cock had changed the game for her. She had a new target, one that was uncommon and specific, which meant she had to change her approach.
As Friday finally arrived, Ericka was thrilled for the weekend to be upon her. Her laser focus on her studies throughout the week not only caught her up, but she was able to get a head start on some future work.
There was of course one negative outcome of all the school focus, and that was that the desire to be filled by huge black cocks burned deeper and stronger within Ericka as each day passed.
Ericka attempted to use her 8" dildo on herself on more than one occasion but it simply didn't satisfy her. She was able to orgasm of course, but that was more from clitoral stimulation than it was the dildo. What she once considered large now had little effect and she was simultaneously scared and impressed at that.
Ericka typically had three classes on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, however she had received an email on Thursday night from her stats professor that Friday's class, her last of the day, had been cancelled. That meant Ericka's weekend started by lunch time and she couldn't have been happier.
As Ericka ate her breakfast and considered what to do with her now open afternoon, she decided it was time to upgrade her toy selection and was instantly turned on by the notion.
While she typically walked, Ericka drove to class on Friday so she could leave immediately from campus and within minutes of her final class ending, Ericka was on the road.
While on the drive to the adult bookstore, Ericka realized a small flaw in her plan. Her previous visit to the sex shop was in the middle of the night and, under the veil of darkness, she felt a modicum of anonymity in patronizing such a lurid place. This time it was the middle of sunny yet crisp fall day.
Still, Ericka never considered turning back. She was growing comfortable with her sexual self and was slowly but surely shedding herself of the social stigmas associated with her emerging sexual preferences. Emboldened, Ericka laid on the accelerator.