I was sad to leave Harry at the airport, but looking forward to seeing a new continent, and spending lots of quality time with Bola and Bebi. Neither of them was a Harry, but I couldn't think of better substitutes. I had to admit that the biggest orgasms of my life had been with Bola. It seemed even sweeter when Bola was taking care of my vagina while Bebi worked on my mouth.

Bola's jet was equipped with a bedroom, galley, and comfortable seating with trays for twelve, in addition to the cockpit crew. The cabin crew consisted of a cook and a flight attendant, so it seemed that our flight to Lagos would be very comfortable. Bola warned me that our flight would take about fifteen hours unless we had unexpected weather conditions.

I think we had barely left Los Angeles airspace before I received the first of my multiple inductions into the mile-high club. We made good use of our flight time, although I got to see very little of what we were flying over. I did get to sleep a while according to Bola's schedule to minimize jet lag. It was very hot when we landed in Lagos. Just the walk from the plane to the limo was enough to cause me to sweat.

Thursday, we went to our first example house. The homeowner, who was introduced to me as Munachi was a tall, good-looking black man. He wasn't quite as tall as Bola and lacked Bola's portliness. He also appeared to be a few years younger.

A few differences from Los Angeles luxury housing were apparent from Bola's and Munachi's homes. The external motif seemed to be white, although portions of his home had pronounced access. There was a great emphasis on security, and to a lesser extent privacy. For someone of Bola's and Munachi's wealth, security personnel would be present, possibly with overnight accommodations. The interiors were primarily white and pastel, although the doors tended to be wood-stained. Bola's home had both outdoor and indoor pools. Munachi had what appeared to be a lap pool and a party pool outside, and still another pool inside. I took extensive pictures of both residences for my missives back to Los Angeles.

Looking at the lap pool, Bebi commented that it looked very inviting. Munachi replied that we were welcome to have a swim, and that he had plenty of towels. Bebi asked about swimsuits. Munachi said that he had none that would fit us but added that this definitely a swimsuit-optional pool.

Bebi looked at me, and said, "I'll go if you'll go."

I was hesitant because I had just met Munachi.

Bebi encouraged me, "Don't you think a dip in the pool, would be really nice. You've been working so hard."

I knew she wasn't going to take no for an answer. Besides, I thought it would be a little exciting and naughty to parade around in front of Bola and Munachi with nothing on.

Munachi said, "Jump right in! I'll go get some towels."

Bebi started taking her clothes off. When in Rome, ... . She dived in first, but I was close behind. The pool was perfect. It was nice to feel the warm Nigerian sun on my upper side as I divided my time between the crawl and the backstroke. I swam a few laps while Bebi spent more time trying to splash the guys, as Munachi had returned with the towels and joined Bola in the viewing section. I was happy to get a little no-tan-line sun; I also noticed that I was becoming aroused thinking about what Bola and Munachi were probably seeing. Bebi said she wanted to take some sun. Munachi dried her and then she laid down on a deck chair. After Bola dried me off, I joined her. The guys stripped and joined us. After about twenty minutes we rolled over and did the other side. The only problem was that my arousal was increasing due to the interaction of the sun with my skin.

Bebi and I decided that we had had enough sun, we got up at the same time and she hungrily kissed me. I was a little reticent indicating the presence of Munachi. She simply said, "Don't worry; he's cool. Bebi spread a couple of extra-large towels on the deck and soon we were in full make out mode. After a few minutes of that, we joined each other in the sixty-nine position. I noticed that Bola was fully erect and strongly suspected that Munachi was also, although he wasn't in my viewing area. After a few orgasms, Bebi sat up. Bola lay down beside me. Bebi asked me to move over even though she maintained contact between her snatch and my mouth. I felt the delightful sensations of Bola's cock as I impaled myself on it. I was a little surprised when Munachi started lubricating my ass, but I was too involved with Bola and Bebi to complain or resist. Soon, Munachi was sliding his dick into my anus and then my rectum. I had never felt so completely full. I was also enjoying the oral stimulation of Bebi's pussy clit and clitoral hood ornament. This was sensual stimulation beyond anything I had ever experienced before. This was my first air-tight episode - my first triple orifice episode. I began orgasming. It seemed like each orgasm was taking fifteen or twenty seconds and in less than a minute I was having another climax. I had never cum so often or so hard in my entire life. When the guys came inside me. I wanted nothing more than to relax and enjoy the after glow of the most fantastic fucking ever. It was not to be. It was only fair that Bebi have a go. I had to present my pussy for her oral ministrations to complete her air-tight experience. I continued orgasming every two minutes or so, but these climaxes were tame compared to the double penetration ones I had just enjoyed.

We all got dressed and had a delicious buffet luncheon prepared by Munachi's servants. We then drove back to Bola's and Bebi's home. We just hung out and relaxed the rest of the day although I did take time to compose my first epistle to Harry, including my photos of Munachi's and B & B's homes. After dinner, we had our usual FMF threesome and then all of us slept soundly through the rest of the night.

Friday was pretty much a repeat of Thursday with two differences. We went to two homes instead of one, and we skipped the swimming/sunbathing part of the visits. Saturday was different, however. After dinner and then playing Friday night, we took it easy Saturday morning. Bebi and I laid out by the pool; Bola was apparently working in his home office.

After lunch, Bebi took me to a tattoo/piercing parlor as she was getting additional piercings. On the way over she explained what she was planning to do. She told me that Bola and she would like for me to get some piercings, and that Bola would pay for them if I so decided. I decided to wait and see what Bebi was doing. She was doing a nasal septum piercing, two inner labia piercings, one on each side, and six outer labia piercings, three on each side. She was proud of all of her piercings and explained each one of them including the benefits, both the old and the new.

After the tattooist finished her piercings, she pitched my getting pierced. She said Bola very much wanted me to get some. She told me her personal preference was that I matched every one of her piercings, then we could be true sisters. She explained that in this shop, they gave injections. The injections addressed both pain and infection so that I wouldn't have to have any idle time, because of pain or fear of infection. She pointed out that both the pain reliever and the antibiotic application wouldn't be legal in the United States. The shop would give us an additional seven doses that could be self-administered daily. It seemed like a good thing. The biggest downside for me is that Harry didn't know what I might be doing. He didn't say anything pro or con about Bebi's piercings, so I decided that he either would be glad or not too unhappy were I to follow her lead. At this point I was wavering.

It was then that Bebi pointed out that the piercings were not permanent; most would grow back to the way they were in about a month if the jewelry was removed. A few might take a little longer to become unnoticeable. That helped me make up my mind. I told Bebi I wanted to have my piercings to be just like hers. Then Bebi told me she was going to give me all her golden jewelry. She decided it would be a better match with me if she wore silver. She paid cash for all silver piercing jewelry, and the tattooist removed her gold jewelry, replacing it with her purchases.

The tattooist gave me a shot which would not only reduce the pain of puncturing but would relax me for some of the more intimate punctures as well as containing an antibiotic. He mentioned that it sometimes had a side effect of making a recipient a little horny. I began to feel a bond with Bebi. She had supported me in everything, and I considered this a generous gift even though Bola was paying for the actual piercings.

The tattooist was very fast, and it was relatively painless, but it was close to thirty piercings. Then the jewelry had to be inserted. It took over an hour. I looked in the shop mirror and was pleased with the result. I got dressed and we went back to the house. Bola had to see all our piercings. Then, Bola asked me if I was joining Bebi for the auction.

Bebi explained the auction, "The auction tries to capture the look and feel of a slave auction, except this is only for women, and it's only for the night. I don't know why it excites me so much. They put a slave collar on, and then you are led across the stage totally nude. Guys bid on you. The high bidder takes you home with him, and you must do everything he says for twenty-four hours. Then he brings you back. You might even get gangbanged, but the cardinal rule is that there can't be any marks on you when you are returned twenty-four hours later. I've done it several times and I still get a charge out of doing it."

I replied, "I don't know. It does sound like that much fun to me."

She continued, "The first thing is that you are nude in front of a lot of people, when you are auctioned. You are completely under the control of a man or men. It is exciting to have guys bidding on you. By the time of the final bid for me, I'm totally soaked. Then, for twenty-four hours, I must do whatever my master says. I've had to fuck four guys; I've been triple penetrated; and I've had to give blowjobs to a lineup of eight guys. When a guy brings me back to Bola, I'm usually all messed up, and then Bola punishes me. I'm already damp thinking about the whole process. If you do it, you get to keep the money, or at least most of it. I really think you'd enjoy it."

I told her, "It really doesn't sound that good to me. How many times have you done it?"

She suggested, "This is my sixth time. Why don't you do like I do. Wear a coverup to the club and decide there whether you want to go through with it. I'm doing it, but you can just stay with Bola if that's what you want."

When we got to the club. The manager greeted us. "Good evening, Bola, did you bring two ladies to be auctioned tonight?"

He replied, "Only Bebi is for sure. Ahn-ree hasn't decided yet."

The manager asked me, "Why haven't you decided, Ahn-ree?"

I admitted, "I have never even seen anything like this. I don't think I really want to do it."

The manager replied, "I have something to show you that might help you decide. I have video footage of last week's auction. Of course, it doesn't show what happened after the auction, but it at least shows you how the auction works. I can personally attest that all the ladies were smiling when they were returned Sunday night."

All three of us joined the manager in his office, and we gathered around his computer monitor to watch the video. Before we begin, let me say that I think you will bring around three times the average of the others, because of the color of your skin. We very rarely get a Caucasian or even an Oriental woman."

The video began, "The manager was asking for everyone's attention and telling the band to cool it. He then explained that after he announced the lot number the woman would be led out. She would show her wares. Then the bidding would begin. When the bidding was finished, he would again announce the lot number, and then announce the amount of the winning bid. Then the procedure would be repeated for the next lot. He introduced the auctioneer, and then announced the first lot number as number one. The woman was led out. She wore nothing except for earrings, a necklace, rings, and an anklet. Of course, she had a collar and one of her handlers led her by the attached chain. The second handler had a switch, which he used if she didn't respond quickly enough. She was ordered to turn around and do a hip shimmy, so that the bidders could see her backside. When she turned back around, she had to do a boob shimmy so that her boobs showed their resilience. After that she had to do a deep knee bend with her feet together. This fully exposed her genitals. The auctioneer began the bidding. The bidding slowed to a halt at twelve million naira. The manager announced Lot 1 went for twelve million naira. There was a counter to the side of the bidding area, where the winner settled up. He was then handed the woman's leash, and he proudly led her through the club to the exit."

Bola informed me that the winning bid was between seven and eight thousand dollars. It was exciting to watch the humiliation of the woman and even more to imagine that I was experiencing it.

The video played on, "The next woman was more beautiful than the first although clad much the same. The second woman went for sixteen million naira. The video continued with more beautiful black women."

Bebi said that she thought she might go for more than twenty million naira. Bola said more than that and added that this one, indicating me, would go for well over thirty million naira. The manager said maybe more than that. I was wet thinking about being paraded before the auction's attendees and then being led outside for public view. I didn't know why I was having these feelings, but they were overwhelming my usual concerns. Impulsively, I blurted out, "I've seen enough. I'm in."

The manager said, "Bebi will be next to last to be auctioned, and Ahn-ree will be last."

We were taken to a holding area behind the auction platform. Bola took our light coats and returned to the front. We were both fitted with steel collars and chains. We could hear but couldn't see the bidding as the other women were led out one by one to the bidding platform. None of the bids reached twenty million but several were in the high teens. I was dripping with anticipation. Bebi smiled and said that she was just as excited as I was the first time she participated in the auction. Soon we were the last two in the holding area. Two handlers came for Bebi. I kissed her for good luck, and she was taken to a small area in between the large holding area and the auction platform. Her predecessor went for eighteen million. The manager gilded the lily, saying that the last two slaves to be auctioned were some of the best that he had ever seen. The next one is primo black. The last one will be primo white. He was talking about us like we were livestock. I was expecting to be treated like livestock, or simply a sex object, for the next twenty-four hours.

From the waiting area I could see the auction platform but not the onlookers. Bebi needed no instruction. She basically danced through the preliminary showing wiggling her tits at every opportunity and constantly undulating her hips. She did two 360-degree turns and then squatted and pulled her labia aside to show the pink opening to her tunnel of love. Even I was turned on by her show. It also inspired me as to what I would do when it was my turn. I planned to put on a memorable show. I was aroused beyond belief. I was close to orgasm even before my turn came. Bebi went for twenty-seven-million naira. I couldn't see the winning bidder, but Bebi's smile told me it wasn't some dried up old prune of a man.

As I walked out, I maximized the sway of my hips and paused once to give an upper body shimmy. Then undulating my hips, I turned 180-degrees and crouched and pulled my hips apart to expose all of my equipment from the rear. The cheering and catcalls stopped. I returned to facing the audience and gave them a couple of bumps and grinds, and then crouching, I pulled my labia apart to show my pink interior. Then I rubbed my boobs, which pushed my arousal even higher. I went to work on my clit with one hand and pushed three fingers of the other hand into my pussy. I began finger fucking myself and in fifteen seconds I got off. I couldn't maintain my balance with my body convulsions and fell backwards to the floor, with my hips still spasming. With the help of one of the handlers I stood up and my audience erupted with loud cheers and catcalls.

I bowed and then the bidding began. The bidding quickly evolved into a battle between an old man and an ancient man. I was a bit disappointed. Then, a fellow entered the club from the street and also entered the bidding. This was a young, very attractive man of medium height and build. The bidding escalated, but he won with a bid of fifty-two million naira. The manager mentioned that it was the highest bid ever. My best estimate was that this was over thirty thousand dollars. This was fun beyond belief. I couldn't wait to find out what was next in store for me.

According to the protocol, once he had settled with the cashier, he led me through the club toward the street door. I was groped and prodded more than a little. I think every guy and perhaps some of the women tried to touch me as he led me to the outside. Parked in front of the club was a white stretch limo. The driver opened a door, and I clambered in. I was surprised to see Bebi surrounded by five men in various stages of undress.

I greeted her with "Hello, Stranger!"

She replied, "This is going to be so much fun!"

My purchaser introduced himself, "I'm Babatunde, but everyone calls me Baba. I thought you and Bebi might be friends. How should I call you?"

I replied, "Bebi is probably my best friend. I'm Henri, but everyone here uses the French pronunciation."

He kissed me, "You have a nice taste."

He rubbed my flanks and then moved to my boobs, being sure to tweak my nipple piercings, "You feel nice, too."

I responded with my best, 'Fuck me now,' kiss.

He kissed me back and then kissed each of my boobs, in turn. I couldn't believe how hot he was making me.

Let me explain this evening he said, "We're going to a party. We have a long ride ahead of us. Consider this a warm-up for the party."

I noticed that Bebi was moaning and groaning with a cock inside of her. Baba wasn't in a hurry to penetrate me. He ran his tongue on the underside of my boobs and then across my tummy, ending his transit with his tongue on my clit. I think it took exactly three licks to get me off.

When I opened my eyes, I realized that he had begun to finger-fuck me with three fingers. He then tried to touch my tonsils with his tongue. It was all good to me. In a few minutes, he had me crying out, "Oh, Baba!" as I had another delightful climax.

Soon I had hands on his cock. It wasn't extraordinarily thick, but it had to be at least ten inches long. However long it was, it was big enough to hit my cervix. About the third contact with my cervix, I was climaxing again. He had me kneel on the floor supporting myself on the seat, and he entered me again. It felt wonderful to feel all ten inches sliding into my tunnel of love. I wasn't as full as with Bola's cock, but it still felt mighty fine. He banged me like that until on my third orgasm, he showered my pussy walls with what seemed like gallons of cum. I'm sure it was only a few tablespoons, but it was still a lot.