Erickas Adventures Ch 08

Editor's Note: this submission contains raceplay and racial kink content.

Author's note: Welcome to chapter eight of Ericka's Adventures. This series follows Ericka on a journey of sexual awakening through her college years and, eventually, beyond. After the lengthy delay, I hope you enjoyed chapter seven, wherein we saw Ericka come to terms with her newfound BBC obsession and have an unexpected adventure along the way. In chapter eight, Ericka dives headlong into her interracial desires. 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: as with chapter seven, chapter eight involves some 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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The following morning, Ericka awoke and before ever leaving her bed, brought herself to orgasm six times in rapid succession with the Hitachi. She was quickly learning why Jen was such a fan of the device because, as much as she enjoyed orgasms from penetration, a clitoral orgasm and particularly one aided by a device such as the Hitachi was the most efficient way to get off.

As much as Ericka felt compelled to stay in and pleasure herself for hours again, she had a few errands to run, including stops at the university library, the office supply store and the grocery. Ever fastidious, she reluctantly decided to drag herself away from her bed and the Hitachi and started about her day.

Ericka threw back the warm comforter and felt the chill in the air. She kept her studio apartment cool in general, but she could tell the temperature outside had dropped significantly overnight. Ericka had taken to sleeping naked and spending more and more waking time naked when she was home alone, but after a quick stop in the bathroom, the cold morning drove her straight to her dresser to find some clothes.

Ericka felt like she wanted to stretch her legs, so she decided that going for a run on campus before hitting the library would be a good idea. She pulled out a pair of cold weather compression running tights and slid them on her naked body, intentionally wearing nothing underneath.

Next Ericka put on a black sports bra, and then moved to her closet where she pulled out a long sleeved Dri-Fit shirt. Slipping the shirt over her head, she then put on sock and her Altra running shoes.

Ericka brushed her teeth, then brushed her hair before pulling it into a high, tight pony tail. She put a wide, insulated hair band over hear head to both keep her hair in place and cover the tips of her ears from the crisp air.

Next Ericka pulled a pair of lightweight gloves out of another drawer, fetched her phone from the bed stand and headed into her kitchen. Ericka fixed a light breakfast of Greek yogurt, granola, berries, and orange juice then sat down and scrolled through her email as she ate.

Ericka read a lengthy email from her professor who had cancelled her class the previous day. The email effectively delivered the key points of Friday's aborted lecture, but Ericka couldn't help but focus on what happened while she normally would have been in class. She sent a silent thank you to the professor because that cancellation set in motion the chain of events that led to Ericka's chance encounter with John Cartwright.

Ericka closed the email and scrolled past a few more, avoiding the temptation of clicking through to what was apparently a major once per year sale on one of her favorite sportswear brands. She scrolled further and then stopped as she read the subject line of one email in particular. She read it a second time and felt her heart rise slightly in her chest.

To: me

From: University Health Services

Subject: [CONFIDENTIAL] Laboratory Results

After spending an entire night being gangbanged by eleven huge black cocks without a condom in sight the weekend prior, Ericka made it a priority to have a full STI panel performed the following Tuesday. While she knew through the same testing just a few weeks prior that she was clean and clear going into that night, and while she hoped that everyone at the gangbang had followed the strict testing rules, she was still nervous to open the email.

Ericka caught herself glancing at a stack of papers on her kitchen counter, neatly organized into "file" and "follow up" groupings. In the former she had a print out of her previous test reporting her clean bill of health.

Ericka looked back at her phone and clicked on the email. She scrolled through a few paragraphs of disclaimers and found the link to the results. She clicked through, logged into her university's health services portal and retrieved the results.

Ericka meticulously yet quickly read through each result. She repeated the process again to be sure. Negative across the board. Ericka breathed a sigh of relief. Then she remembered that she had let John Cartwright take her bare, even if briefly, just the day before. She realized she should get tested again and that it almost certainly wouldn't be the last time based on how things were unfolding. "I'm going to be a regular around there," she thought to herself. Perhaps she'd go by the health center again this weekend, she thought, as she put her phone down and finished her breakfast.

Ericka put her dishes in the sink and grabbed her soft-shell running jacket, which was hanging on a hook by the door. She slipped it on and, ensuring her keys and wallet were still in the pockets after yesterday's surprisingly adventurous excursion to the adult store, headed out the door.

Several minutes later, Ericka pulled up to the long, tree-lined boulevard running parallel to the massive university library. It was the final weekend before winter break and, while there was a week of classes still to go, most of the focus that Saturday was on the final home football game of the season taking place on the other side of campus. As a result, Ericka found parking with ease.

Ericka's plan was to park near the library, go for a wide sweeping loop run around the campus before returning and checking out the books she needed for an upcoming paper.

Ericka unhooked just her car key fob, and placed the rest of her bulky keys in the armrest compartment. She pulled her driver's license, student id, credit card and a $20 bill from her wallet and then placed the wallet with the keys, not wanting to carry any extra bulk when she ran.

Ericka unzipped a pocket on her sleeve and put the cards and cash in, finding John Cartwright's business card in the process. She pulled it out, studied it for a moment, smiled, and then put it in the armrest as well. She had a feeling she'd be calling that number at some point.

Next, Ericka slid her phone and key fob into the zip pocket on the back of her running pants. She took a long sip of water from a Nalgene bottle that was already in her car, tossed it on the seat, closed the car door and held her finger on the handle button to lock it. After a few minutes of stretching, she was off and running.

Ericka quickly reached the end of the block and, slowing just long enough to ensure there were no oncoming cars, darted across the intersection. On the next block she veered from the roadside sidewalk onto one of the wide, paved pathways that cut diagonally across campus. At the heart of the campus was the library and from it extended eight of the pathways, one in each cardinal direction and another between them.

Ericka intended to cut away from the middle of campus until she reached the edge of campus, at which point she would run the perimeter before using one of the diagonal pathways to return to the library. Depending on how her legs felt, she expected to run about five miles, perhaps more. The crisp air stung her lungs initially, but within a few blocks she was warmed up and feeling good.

Ericka's counter-clockwise route took her away from the maelstrom of the football stadium initially, but as she made her circuit she eventually started to turn back toward it. As she clicked off the meters she began to hear the roar of the crowd in the distance. She looked at her watch. It was just shy of 11am and Ericka knew the game kicked off at noon, so she assumed the noise was simply the rowdiness that typically surrounded the pre-game tailgating activities.

As Ericka pushed closer and closer to the stadium she started to see more revelers walking toward the game and, eventually, the various parking lots that transformed into temporary party hubs each game day. Ericka had little interest in running through the chaos, nor hearing the inevitable cat calls she would receive along the way. Still a mile away from the stadium, Ericka took the opportunity to dart off the main road once again and back onto one of the diagonal pathways.

Ericka was moving quickly. Her legs felt good, even though she hadn't run in over a week. The party at Leah's house put her out of commission for several days, but at least she felt like she had gotten a thorough workout, despite it being a very non-traditional workout. She suddenly wished a BBC gangbang could become part of her regular routine.

Ericka was running alongside the natatorium and recreation center, and despite exercising at that very moment, felt like she needed to spend more time there. It was filled with state of the art exercise equipment, indoor basketball, tennis, volleyball and racquetball courts, an indoor climbing facility and an indoor running track. While Ericka was confident in her conditioning and overall fitness, she felt like she could still get stronger and intended to do so.

Ericka tried to tell herself that was simply the right thing to do, but the darker side of her knew the more fit she was, the better equipped she would be to engage in marathon sex sessions like the one the previous weekend. She remembered leaving Leah's house, so exhausted she could barely move, only to watch Lexi still maintain a bounce in her step and knowing Leah and Vanessa intended to spend more time playing together after an entire night of debauchery.

Ericka wanted, no, needed their level of stamina. And more so. She knew her first BBC gangbang would not be her last and she was determined to be the best at taking the best. She was now a sexual Goddess and desired to become not just a snowbunny, as she had recently learned was a popular label for white girls who were into black guys, but a true Queen of Spades, another popular label and one she felt more befitting to the heights she wanted to achieve. No, not just a Queen of Spades. THE Queen of Spades. The Queen of Queens.

Adjacent to the rec center was the athletics dormitory and, as Ericka neared it, she noticed a group of student athletes stretching out front. She knew they were student athletes by both their proximity to the dorm and their unmistakable bright red, logo-clad gear.

Typically such a sight wouldn't warrant a second look, but the fact that each of the three athletes were black commanded Ericka's attention. She tried hard not to stare, but nonetheless kept an eye fixed on them as she ran closer.

Despite the cold temps, each of the young men was wearing a skin tight shirt, accentuating their incredible physiques. One of the guys was wearing running tights as well, while the others were clad in warm up pants. Ericka fixed her gaze on the guy in the tights, hoping she might just catch a glimpse of the outline of a large cock. She had all but dismissed such a thought as fantasy, but clung to the thought nonetheless as she approached.

Suddenly, one of the guys looked directly at her. Ericka shifted her eyes away, hoping she wasn't caught. Before embarrassment could set in, out of the corner of her eye Ericka realized one of the guys was now waving at her. She looked back his way and immediately recognized him.

And how could she not? The guy waving at her had thoroughly fucked her multiple times just a week ago. Ericka looked harder at the other two guys and had the same realization about one of the other two. She returned a wave and veered off her original course to go say hello. Her run could wait, she certainly wasn't going to miss the opportunity to see Marcus and Daron again, even if it was just for a friendly chat.

"Hey, what's up girl?" Marcus asked warmly as Ericka neared them.

"Hey Marcus, hey Daron! Not much, just out for a run. What are you guys up to?" Ericka said, trying to temper the excitement in her voice.

"Just getting ready to hit a work out. This is our roommate Derrick," Marcus added.

"What's up?" Derrick asked Ericka, nodding his head and giving her a wry smile.

Daron nodded and smiled as well. Ericka tried to keep eye contact with Derrick, as he was the guy she had seen from afar clad fully in skin tight compression clothes and her instinct was to want to inspect his body. She stole enough glances as she was approaching them to know he was a real physical specimen.

Ericka had seen both Marcus and Daron fully nude and they were in great shape, but she had a suspicion that Derrick's body was somehow even more spectacular. She hoped to find out some day, and sooner rather than later.

Still, Ericka replied with a simple "Hey" and a smile, trying to play it cool.

"So, uh..." Marcus started. He paused for a moment and sort of chuckled, before continuing. "So your girl Leah has me recruiting for the next party. D here is in. D, this here is the star of the show. She's the real deal, dawg. The one I told you about," he added.

Ericka couldn't believe what she had just heard. She immediately felt her face turn beet red. She was incredibly embarrassed but was actually angry at herself for feeling that way. She should be proud of her sexual self and she shouldn't be surprised that there would be some chatter about her adventures. After all, just moments ago she was fantasizing about becoming a true Queen of Spades.

"Oh shit, you're one of them girls? You really are fine as fuck, girl, my boy wasn't jokin'," Derrick responded. Ericka again tried to play it cool and feigned a curtsy.

As Ericka did so, she realized how corny her genuflection must have appeared.

"God damn. When is that next party?" Derrick asked Marcus. While Ericka was as curious about the answer as Derrick seemed to be, she decided then and there that she was in no mood to wait. Before Marcus could respond, Ericka put all her cards on the table.

"I'm glad I ran into you guys. I always need a good stretch after a long run. And I just had a really, really, really long run, so I'm going to need to stretch. A lot. You guys think you could help stretch me out?" Ericka winked as she stressed the word stretch.

"Oh shit, well, um, yeah girl. Being athletes and all, we're real good at stretching. You got to prevent injuries and all that," Derrick said, laughing.

Ericka, knowing they were standing in front of the athlete's dorm, assumed their room was nearby.

"We should probably stretch inside where it's warmer, right?" Ericka asked, flashing them a sexy smile in a feeble attempt to maintain the shallow ruse.

"Yeah, it's much more effective," Daron added, speaking for the first time. He stepped to the side, creating a pathway to the door for Ericka and she immediately strode forward and bopped up the few steps leading up to the elevated first floor entrance. Marcus was right behind her and swiped his keycard to unlock the door. Derrick opened the door, holding it for Ericka and then Marcus and Daron, before finally entering himself.

The athlete's dorm, like all the others on campus, was co-ed overall, but men and women were separated by floor. The first floor was all female athletes, the second floor all male and so on for all of the building's six stories.

While athletes weren't supposed to receive any special treatment, Ericka suspected that wasn't actually the case based on what she saw. The common area just beyond the main foyer was larger and nicer than any she had seen in other dorms. In fact, it looked more like the lobby of a modern hotel. There were multiple big screen televisions lining the walls, some displaying news, others sports and another was used for digital signage, showing a schedule of upcoming athletic events and functions.

Marcus led the group toward the elevators saying, "It looks a little crowded in here, we should probably stretch out upstairs."

Ericka agreed, ignoring the fact that two people occupying the vast space was anything but "crowded." She liked playing this game.

The group entered an awaiting elevator, its doors already open. Ericka was last to enter and stood in front of the guys. With each of them inside, Derrick reached around Ericka and pressed the button for the sixth floor. As he did so, he pressed himself against her and she could feel the outline of his cock through his compression pants pressing against the small of her back and her own compression clad ass.

As soon as the doors closed, Derrick started to rub her ass with his hand.

"Damn girl, that ass is bangin'!" Derrick said.

Ericka put her hands on the waistband of her running tights and pulled them down, exposing the top of her bare ass to them, just enough to reveal that she wasn't wearing any panties. That brought out cheers of appreciation from the guys behind her. Ericka leaned forward at the waist, keeping her legs straight and putting her arms against the elevator doors. She arched her back, pushing her tight ass out toward them, then shook it a few times. More cheers followed.

Ericka felt multiple hands on her ass, caressing, groping and lightly spanking. One of the guys, she wasn't sure which, slid a hand under the waistband, down her crack and slipped a large finger between her legs, quickly exploring her pussy, which was dripping wet in anticipation.

"Oh fuck, this crazy little bitch is wet as fuck," she heard Derrick say, now knowing she's fingers were probing her eager slit.

Suddenly Ericka heard the chime as the elevator indicated it had reached its destination. Ericka quickly pulled her tights up, covering herself as the doors started to open. Had she been even a second later, the two guys waiting for the elevator on the sixth floor would have gotten quite the surprise. Instead, they politely moved aside and smiled at her as she exited. The guys exchanged nods as the passed by one another.

Marcus turned to the left and walked quickly down the hallway. Ericka, Daron and Derrick followed in stride. The building was massive, and at the end of the long hallway, the group turned right and followed the next long hallway to the end. The building was "C" shaped, partially surrounding a large, tree-lined courtyard with benches, tables and grills.

Marcus retrieved his keycard again and swiped it to unlock their room. Ericka could tell based on the spacing of the doors in the hallway that each dorm suite was large, but she was blown away when the door opened.

The dorm opened into a spacious kitchenette with sink, microwave, a full sized refrigerator and ample counter space including a large island bar. Beyond it was a large living room with massive windows, overlooking the courtyard. Off of each side of the living room were three doors. A few of the doors were open, and Ericka surmised based on what she saw that their dorm suite had four occupants, each with his own small bedroom, with two bathrooms shared between them.

"Wow, this place is crazy," Ericka exclaimed, legitimately surprised at both the size and how well appointed it was.

Daron laughed and said "Gotta love that football money," acknowledging the massive revenues generated by the school's most popular sport, but distributed amongst the broader athletics program to the benefit of non-football athletes like the three in her midst.