An especially interesting account in that Nicki Lewis is a real person and is presumably giving a faithful account of her first experiments in anal intercourse. Most of the advice and expalanations seem fairly sensible and credible, though, of course, doing this outside of faithful monogamy is now, in the age of AIDS, perilous. Masters and Johnson need to investigate this claim of special anal orgasms. An extented version of the story is available at Lewis's website, linked below. A "Page Three Model" appears in Playboy-like poses on the third page of the more flamboyant English newspapers.
Since Nicki Lewis wrote her piece in 1994, she and her website seem to have disappeared off the Web. In 2020 I have found a blog post from 2011 lamenting that Lewis and her career had already vanished. Sic transit gloria mundi. I hope she is well and may be comforted that she is remembered. I understand that the tradition of "Page Three Models" may have also vanished. Although I was in London as late as October 2019, I have never investigated the British tabloids to keep up.
Hi,
I'm Nicki Lewis, I am a well known UK Glamour model, Page Three Model, and Personality.. I am 19 years old, and am determined to make a name for myself in the sex industry. I wrote a weekly column for a well known Sunday Newspaper for 12 months, this is one of the stories that they wouldn't publish. I eventually hope to include this chapter in the book that I keep promising to write.
I am interested in making contact with anyone who is interested in furthering my career, and intend to make my debut in th e blue moviebusiness later this year. You will find pictures of me (jpg) in alt.binaries.pictures.erotica, and my Bio and details in alt.models.
I apologise to all you American and Canadian readers for my use of English language. Please remember that such words as "Fanny" have different meanings in the UK version of the language. Also I disclaim responsibility for my attitude to the male dominant scenarios dealt with in this text. Again I have learnt that the attitudes of US people are very different to those of us in the UK... and I can only write from experience, and that involves UK and European Males only....! ( So Far...)
Anal sex has a fascination that goes back for centuries, if not until the beginnings of time. The sheer volume of material written on the subject, the number of letters I get about it, and the total fascination the subject causes, has prompted me to try to write the definitive chapter about the pleasures, pitfalls, myths and hypocrisy surrounding the subject.
The first side of the subject that I would like to discuss, is the male psychology of anal sex. The subject is closely linked with oral sex to completion. Both are regarded by most women as a no no, and the coercion of a female to perform either act is considered by men as the ultimate act of subjugation. Most Sub Dom fantasy material, has its theme concentrated around the subjection of women to anal sex. The story of "O" is a classic example. Within hours of arriving at the Chateau, "O" is subjected to, what I consider rape, both anally, and orally, and then after a discussion between the men about her over tight and therefore not easily accessible anus, it is decided that, between the beatings and whippings, she is to be "opened" by wearing phalluses, of daily increasing size, inserted in her anus, and held there by a series of chains, until the sphincter is permanently stretched, rendering it sufficiently large for her masters to bugger her easily, while of course her anus still remains tighter than her vagina. After all in her masters eyes, buggery is still an act of subjugation.
The less classic, but more severe books from the likes of Victor Bruno, have scenes of young women being used as candelabra to decorate palaces, with huge candles protruding from their distended anal sphincters, and hot wax running down the stems to sear their buttocks. Young women are driven as ponies, with decorated horse hair tails attached to plugs inserted in their anuses. All are subjected to regular bouts of buggery by their masters.
Most Hard core videos offer us scenes of women being buggered, and having men ejaculate over their faces and into their mouths.
In my opinion the whole scenario is all based on the basic myth that if women don't like something, then forcing them to do that thing, will reinforce the male sexual power over that female. As we all know, whether we be male or female, only a very few women are actually turned on by either of these acts, most who will allow their men the sexual delicacy of oral sex to completion, do so out of loyalty, and perhaps get a kick out of pleasing their man, rather than from the act itself, many simply hate it, but put up with it, as a penalty for life and love.
Anal sex is not generally even considered. Most women will try it once, find out that it hurts unbearably, and never let anything enter their anus ever again.
There are a few, who will continue to accept the pain, for their man's sake, and once every blue moon grit their teeth, and allow anal penetration, normally after vast amounts of coercion and even moral blackmail, from their partner.
Not many men would consider beating their wives sufficiently hard with a crop or whip, as to make them scream. If they did, then I would doubt that they would expect them to enjoy it. But many expect their women to enjoy being buggered, despite the fact that the pain involved can be more excruciating than that of a serious flogging.
I will never forget the pain of my first anal experience, even though it was something that I really wanted to do, and I was with a guy who was caring, experienced, and ever so gentle. I still ended up screaming, with a horrific pain deep in my guts. I felt as if I had been stabbed, and the pain didn't end as he withdrew, it got worse, and it lasted for over an hour.
The part that I expected to be slightly painful, as the outer sphincter stretched and perhaps split slightly, didn't worry me at all, and to be quite honest I thought that women who couldn't take it were just being soft. That was before I tried it........and met the real pain.
I have been whipped and caned and beaten with a crop, both before I lost my anal virginity and after, and I once had weals for 6 weeks after a severe beating, but I would take that beating anyday, rather than go through that anal pain again.
For the male, from what sensible answers I have managed to get, it appears that anal sex is not actually quite as exciting as it might be, if you take away the psychological excitement of the act, and concentrate purely on the physical act, then the stimulation to the penis is not as good as when it is within the vagina.
The anus may have a very tight entrance, and the inner sphincter may grip the penis tightly, but as soon as the penis is past these restrictions there is no real sensation. The colon is a very large piece of soft elastic tube, and the penis will hardly touch the sides. Since most of the sensitivity of the penis is in the frenum and the glans, not the base of the shaft, deep penetration of the anus, doesn't really give very much satisfaction in a physical sense.
Of course repeated penetration and withdrawal through the sphincter muscles, will produce a high level of stimulation, but the male instincts tell him to drive deep, and plant his seed where it will do most good, so this messing about at the entrance will not lead to the satisfaction of a deep penetration orgasm.
The vagina of course has muscles designed to keep the male organ in a state of arousal, and to provide maximum pleasure from deep penetration, thus both parties are striving to get the semen as close to the neck of the womb as possible, to increase the chances of fertilisation.
So this lends itself to the theory that anal sex has its root in the psychological subjugation of the woman, rather than the simple physical pleasure of a tighter orifice.
For those of us who enjoy being subjugated, for sexual purposes, and I fall into this category (even though I am not submissive in my life outside sex), it is necessary to be able to cope with the demands put upon us by our male partners.
To this end I have learnt to enjoy anal sex, as much, if not more than vaginal sex. Surprisingly I discovered that I can have orgasms from anal sex, and that these orgasms are incredibly intense and far more satisfying, than vaginal or clitoral orgasms. My anus can accept pretty well anything that is thrown at it, and has now miraculously become self lubricating.
I can feel the question arising in your minds, how the hell did she get from such incredible pain to pleasure, in two paragraphs, and why did she risk the pain again after the first time.
The answers are simple enough, Patience, relaxation, and an extremely skilled and caring partner, coupled with a lot of determination, and a belief that it could be done. The pleasure I never expected, it came as a very great surprise.
From our first attempt it was obvious to me that the pain was caused by deep penetration, not simply the stretching of the outer sphincter, as I expected. So I persuaded my partner, who was very reluctant to try again because of the pain he caused me first time around, to put his penis into my anus by about an inch, and then stop. We used loads of KY jelly, to lubricate the sphincter, and I worked on him to ensure that his penis was rock solid.
After a few tries he found that if he allowed the sphincter to roll back his foreskin as he penetrated, then the initial penetration was easier for me, and that as long as he only pushed in by about one and a half inches, there was no problem. Having got this far, we called it a night, had a serious mutual washing session, followed by a very lively session of conventional sex.
The next day I felt a bit sore and I found that I had a couple of small tears in the skin around the ring of my anus, I used Savlon on them every day, and they soon healed.
A week later we tried again, this time it was harder, the splits around my anus opened again immediately, and stung a lot when my lover tried to penetrate me. He refused point blank to go any further, when he realised that it was causing me pain.
Over the next few days we discussed the problem, and I convinced him that the only way forward was to continue trying, every night until things got easier. The splits would not heal properly, if they kept getting reopened, every time they half healed up, and if we waited until they were fully healed, then I would just split somewhere else.
My logic was, that if the splits were to be kept open, then the flesh would eventually heal in that position, so no more splits. The next night we tried again, using Savlon as our lubricant, the feeling here was that it may have a slight anaesthetic effect, and it would prevent any infection from entering the splits.
In fact we found that it worked very well as a lubricant, better in fact than the KY Jelly.
I managed to take his penis into my anus by the regulation one and a half inches, quite easily, the odd wince as the splits opened up, but nothing excruciating, and my lover actually managed to pull out and penetrate me again, about six or seven times, without any problems. I concentrated on relaxing all my muscles, and welcoming him into me, and he managed to get about two inches inside me with no discomfort to me at all.
Finally he held his penis still inside me for a few minutes, reaching round to bring me to orgasm by playing with my clitoris.
As I relaxed after the orgasm he withdrew, and again we called it a night. This procedure went on for about a week, each evening it got easier for me, and I was trying to talk him into going deeper. The splits seemed to have healed, and I was having no problems with it at all. We got to the point of him having two fingers in my vagina, whilst his penis was up my arse, and I found this to be very pleasurable.
The situation was reaching a stalemate however, I wanted him to go deeper but he wouldn't risk hurting me, so we reached a compromise. I have a very flexible vibrator, slightly more pliable than the real thing, and we decided that I should penetrate myself with this vibrator, and see how far I could go, without hurting myself. The reasoning being of course that I was in control, and could stop instantly if I felt any discomfort.
The vibrator didn't feel as nice as a penis, it felt in a way unnatural, and it was very difficult for me to reach round and get it in. We ended up with my lover putting it in the first couple of inches and the he passed control to me. The vibrator didn't do a very good job, it seemed to absorb all the lubricant, and go dry, dragging on the skin. So we had a return to the KY jelly. This worked wonders, and the vibrator slipped in with no further problems. I pushed it deeper and deeper in, feeling a bit of a twinge of pain, as it went in deep, but changing the angle slightly stopped the pain, and I could go deeper.
The vibrator went in as far as I dared push it, without losing my grip on the remainder, I kept one finger on the end to hold it in place, and kept it there for about three or four minutes, before allowing my body to push it gently out again. I re-inserted it and did the same thing again, and then signalled to my lover to take its place.
I was lying on my back at this point, and had to turn over onto my knees. I tried to be clever, and keep the vibrator up my arse as I turned over, but of course I lost control, and as my finger slipped off the end, my internal muscles shot it out of my bum, and clean off the bed!
By the time we had finished laughing, Steve had lost his erection, so we gave up and went to sleep. The next day, we decided, was going to be the day of reckoning. Steve insisted that we should go out for a meal, and make a real event out of my final anal conquest.
He arrived home with a present for me.... it was a small "butt plug" he had made out of the handle of a rubber stamp. It had a large rubber washer, on the end that the stamp part used to go, and a foot length of brass chain hung from the end. He insisted that I wore this plug up my arse, whilst we went out, to continuously remind me of the occasion. I wore a short tie top, and a long flared skirt, with stockings and suspenders, and of course no knickers.
Whilst we waited for a cab, Steve bent me over the end of the settee, smeared my anus with Savlon and popped the plug up my bum.
Because of the shape it stayed firmly in place, and to be quite honest it wasn't really very noticeable at first, despite the chain which hung down between my thighs, and was noticeably heavy, and cold...! but apart from that it was not serious at all.
As I walked out to the cab, it felt really strange, the play of my muscles fighting the weight and swing of the chain. The only strange thing was that I was getting incredibly horny. I had to rush off to the loo as soon as we got to the restaurant, and wipe my pussy, it was so wet that juice was running down my legs.
I had to really concentrate to hold the plug in, when I sat on the loo, and I had to reach round behind myself to hold the plug in, and the chain clear, whilst I wee'd, but that wasn't really a problem. I did manage to frig myself to orgasm twice, before leaving the loo, but that isn't really out of the ordinary for me, if I'm feeling horny...!
We had a really nice meal, and a bottle of wine, I kept forgetting about the plug, and then being suddenly reminded, as I shifted on my chair, and my anal muscles tried in vain to expel it. This in turn led to a rush of sexual excitement, which was incredibly intense, and I ended up having to stuff a couple of paper napkins between my pussy and my skirt, to stop myself leaving a tell tale wet patch on the back of my skirt, and a damp seat for the next diner.
When we had finished our meal, we decided to walk the half mile home, and get some fresh air.
This was interesting to say the least, the plug and its length of chain, became more and more noticeable as I walked. The chain swung about beneath my skirt, never really getting into any sort of rhythm, and kept colliding with my thighs, as it got out of synchronisation with my walking.
Each time this happened it caused a pull on the plug, to which my muscles responded. This not only made me totally aware of the plug, but to be quite honest left me unable to concentrate on anything else.
Matters were made worse when Steve led me through a back alley as a shortcut, and threw me up against the wall, for a serious necking session. He took great delight in making me come by fingering me, and chewing at my nipples, and then unbuttoned the front of my skirt, took the end of the chain, and led me the rest of the way down the alley, by pulling at the chain. This was now not only pulling at right angles to the plug, but was between my vaginal lips, and rubbing at my clitoris. I started to have continuous minor orgasms, and nearly fell as my legs went weak with the sheer force of a major one.
We got home somehow, by which time I was a quivering wreck, I had fanny juice running down my legs, so much so that I could feel it inside my shoe, and my internal pelvic muscles were going berserk, with my internal anal tract working continuously, against the plug, and my vaginal muscles spasming in a state of never ending orgasm.
Steve guided me straight upstairs, as soon as we were through the front door, and made me hitch my skirt up around my waist, and go on ahead, so that he could watch the sway of my arse, and see the way the plug and chain behaved, as I walked.
I paused at the top of the stairs, and he ran up after me and carried me onto the bed. We passionately kissed for a while, and then he slowly untied my top, kissed my breasts, and started to unbutton my skirt slowly, kissing his way up my thighs as he undid the buttons. His hands were cupping, squeezing, and caressing my breasts and his fingers would occasionally close around one of my nipples, rolling it between finger and thumb, before playfully nipping it, and returning to gently caressing my breast.
He reached his goal, fumbling slightly with the waistband button of the skirt, as he buried his head into my damp pubic hair, his tongue searching out my pouting clitoris.
The skirt came free, and I felt it slide past my hips onto the bed. I parted my legs as his tongue probed into my body, and his hand came round, sliding under me to grasp the chain of the plug. He worked the plug to and fro, as his expert tongue worked at my sodden pussy, and I bucked my hips high off the bed as my orgasm approached. He judged the moment, and just as the orgasm broke, he pulled hard on the chain, and plucked the plug from my loins.
The orgasm was unbelievable, but the emptiness left behind was almost beyond description, I felt desecrated, deserted, my whole being was empty, I felt a deep want...
I can't really explain, but Steve knew what he was doing, he grasped my ankles, and pulled my legs up past my shoulders, and thrust himself into my gaping vagina, driving straight in up to the hilt, so far in as to make me gasp with pain, before my body adjusted itself to his size and accommodated his length. The pleasure began to flood back inside me as he fucked me with long hard strokes, I could feel his bollocks slapping against my arse, with every thrust, and he kept up this long slow rhythm, until I once more orgasmed.
Pulling out he lay back, and guided my head to his cock. I sank him into my mouth, and worked hard on his prick, alternating between teasing the head of his glans with my tongue, and burying him deep into my throat.
He worked me round so that he could reach my arse and pussy, and buried three fingers into me, almost like a bowling ball, two up my fanny, and one deep into my arse.
I soon lost concentration on what I was doing, which has always been one of my major failings in bed, and pushing him back onto the bed I straddled his face. He responded by pushing his tongue into my anus, forcefully enough to actually get it past the sphincter muscle, and so that I could actually feel it probing into my body. This felt wonderful, and I pushed my pubis down onto his chin, grinding into his face, to satisfy my lust.
He pulled his head away, and pushed me down onto his cock again, I took it into my mouth, and started to mouth fuck him, plunging his cock in and out of my mouth, as hard and as fast as I could, simulating the wet tightness of my fanny.
Steve reached down for the tube of KY jelly, and spread it around my arsehole, the sudden cold of it making me cringe, he slid his finger into my arse spreading the lubricating jelly well into my depths, and stretching my hole with his fingers.
He fingered my fanny and my arsehole alternately spreading the natural lubricating fluids from my pussy into the jelly around my arse creating the most incredibly slippery mess, easily sliding three fingers in and out of both of my holes.
At last the moment came, he rolled me off, and laid me on my back again, and lifting my ankles high over my shoulders, he spread me wide. Tucking a pillow under the small of my back to take some of the strain, he lowered his hips to meet mine and gently pushed the head of his penis between my dripping fanny lips. He worked it up and down the crease, covering it in my juices, and bringing me close to another orgasm, before repositioning it at the entrance to my arse. One slight push, and it slipped easily through the muscular outer ring, and with gentle jerks he slowly inserted himself all the way into my depths.
There was no pain, only an incredible feeling of fullness, the exact opposite of the feeling when he withdrew the plug. I felt stretched, filled and fulfilled, and then the other feelings hit me. The depth of feeling that preceded my first anal orgasm, was unbelievable. I could never even attempt to describe it, but it was followed by an orgasm that was nothing like any I had ever had before.
I now believe that there are definitely three kinds of orgasm: clitoral, which everyone agrees with, and I believe that if I am brought to orgasm by having my breasts and nipples caressed, I still have a clitoral orgasm. Then there is the penetrative orgasm, which feels totally different, and perhaps is really a G-spot orgasm. And now there is a third... The anal orgasm, which again is totally different in feeling to the other two.
Steve fucked my arse in four different positions, over the next hour or so, and I had multiple confirmation of the new orgasms.
We started with the missionary position, but with my legs high over my shoulders as I first described. That was the easiest for penetration and angle, I then knelt on all fours and Steve entered me from behind, doggy style, that was more awkward, but was better when he squatted over my bum and went in from the top, but that nearly killed his bad back, so I got on top and lowered myself onto him, that was excellent, but I think initial penetration would have been hard in that position. Then to be disgustingly acrobatic, I lay on my back, rolled over until my knees were on the bed behind my head, almost standing on my head, with my legs wide apart, and Steve entered me from a standing position behind me.
We ended with me on all fours, knees well back from my hips, wide apart, with my back arched, and my boobs pressed into the bed, and I distinctly felt the seven individual spurts of semen hit the walls of my colon as Steve ejaculated into my arse for the first time.
This was the first time I had actually felt the semen spurt into me, I have known girls who said that they could feel it when their man came inside them, but I never really believed them. I have still never felt it in my vagina, but I feel it every time in my arse.
This time there was no feeling of emptiness as he withdrew his now limp cock from my arse, and I felt a distinct glow of satisfaction. We were both ecstatic about the whole experience, and whilst I sat on the loo, squirting and farting his come out of my arse, I felt so incredibly proud of achieving my goal.
My arse was tender for a few days, but otherwise I had no side effects whatsoever, one girl had warned me of the dreaded "Montezuma's revenge" i.e. that I would have diarrhoea for a couple of days after someone ejaculated up my arse, but that has never been a problem for me, perhaps I am just lucky....
After this first success, Steve and I continued to have anal sex regularly, but were careful not to do it so often that it became commonplace.
Steve was delighted with my new accessibility, and was keen to for me to get my arse fucked by some other men as soon as possible.
My first anal experience with another guy, was with a guy called Phil, a matter of a week later, but that was another story completely, and will be written up in another story, as the experience was really a sub dom thing, rather than an specifically anal story.
