Author's Note: I wasn't quite sure where to put this story. Arguably it could go under "Fetish," but as usual, there's lots of bondage in it as well, and "BDSM" is where all the other Kev and Kendra stories reside, so I decided to put it where K&K fans would look for it first. If you think you'd like to see your favourite bondage couple try a new super-kinky twist, here you go. If you'd prefer to stick to straight sex in bondage, move on.
Hot, soapy water cascaded from the ends of Kendra's multitude of long, tight braids and plastered them to her light brown skin as we stood together in the shower. Her wrists were cuffed to a pair of light chains fastened to the pipe behind the shower head, keeping her arms up and her body bent slightly forward, her ankles forced apart by a metre-long spreader bar. I had just about finished soaping her entire body, slowly and carefully, paying particular attention to her neatly shaved pussy and firm medium sized breasts. She was already breathing heavily from the stimulation of my hands and the hot water on her skin. It was time to move on and give us both some relief from the increasingly urgent need that had been building up.
She stood straight and let the water wash the soap off her breasts, the last part I had been working on, then bent over again and placed her hands against the end wall of the shower stall -- the chains had enough slack to allow her that much freedom of movement. I put down the soap and picked up a tube of silicon-based lube, which is goopier and harder to clean up than water-based lube, but much more efficient at staying where you want it than water-based, which the shower would have flushed away almost instantly. It certainly works better than soap, which we had tried as a lube in the shower exactly once. Not only does soap wash away quickly, it also stings like hell if you get it in contact with mucous membranes -- which was exactly what was about to happen with the lube.
I put a dab of lube on my finger, reached around Kendra's body, and began massaging her clitoris, circling it with my finger and then flicking my fingertip lightly and quickly over it, a motion I had discovered will build Kendra's level of arousal to glorious heights in very short order. The contact with her body was having its effect on me as well, my penis standing achingly erect and pressing into Kendra's buttcrack. The pleasure noises that were coming out around the big rubber wedge that was strapped into her mouth were getting louder and more insistent as I worked her pussy more and more vigorously.
Finally we were both ready to get down to the business of penetration. I lubed my cock thoroughly and worked some into her anus with a fingertip, then pressed my cock firmly against it. Her deeply experienced asshole resisted for only a few seconds, then relaxed and allowed me to slide slowly all the way in until my pubic bone was pressing firmly against her buttcheeks. I began thrusting, pulling nearly out and then pushing all the way back in, feeling her sphincter sliding up and down the length of my cock with its tight, firm grip. I could feel her excitement build, the muffled yelps of pleasure coming around the gag in rhythm with my thrusts as she pressed harder and harder against the wall to avoid being thrust head first into it. I kept up my clit massage from the front as I filled her ass in back, sandwiching her body between two different sources of pleasure. Finally she stopped yelping, stiffened her back, and let out a long, ecstatic squeal of orgasm, partly muffled by the gag.
With the water pouring down her body, I couldn't really tell if she squirted or not -- she often does when anal is involved, but not always. I held my penis still, thrust all the way into her while her anal muscles clenched on it with orgasmic intensity. I left off my assault on her clit, which I knew would be aflame with overstimulation if I didn't, shifted my hands to her breasts, and waited for her to come down from the heights of her climax. Then I took my turn, resuming my thrusts while my own orgasm rapidly built and then broke over me, my cock pumping spurt after spurt of semen deep into her body.
Spent, I leaned against her back for a minute, then reached down, took the extension shower from its holder and used it to wash away the cum that covered my cock and leaked from her asshole down her legs. When it had stopped leaking long enough for her to stay clean, I turned the water off and dried her from head to toe with a huge fluffy bath towel. Then I reached up and uncuffed her hands. As I bent down to uncuff her ankles, she reached behind her head, unfastened the gag strap, and worked the rubber wedge out from behind her teeth. I could see a line of marks on it from how tightly she had clenched her teeth when she came.
Once her legs were free, she turned around, put her arms around my neck, and draw me into a long, passionate kiss of satisfaction. "Kev, that was wonderful, as always. I never get tired of all the creative ways you can fuck me in the ass."
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Later that afternoon, we were relaxing on the couch with some porn. We weren't exactly looking for inspiration -- we had already been pretty inspired, thank you very much, and we weren't really expecting to learn anything new. After all, there are only so many ways someone can put body parts into someone else's body parts, and we were pretty sure we knew what all of them were. We just sometimes find that watching other people fuck each other is a good way to while away some idle moments on a lazy Saturday afternoon.
Kendra had her phone mirrored to the large-screen television so we could both enjoy whatever she found to watch. She was following some "If you enjoyed that, maybe you'd enjoy this too" rabbit holes, and had come up with some quite interesting bits and pieces. Then we saw a title that intrigued us: "Amelia's Fourth Hole." We just had to click on that one to find out what was so unusual about Amelia's sexual equipment.
The video showed an extreme closeup of a woman's vulva. Her labia were pulled far apart by a pair of spring binder clamps -- the kind you'd use to hold a stack of papers too big for a regular paper clip. We both winced at the sight of the bare metal edges of the clips biting into the woman's pussy lips. A woman's body is not a big stack of papers, and it looked unbelievably crude and painful compared to the rubber-coated labia spreaders we sometimes used, which were designed for the job. But they seemed to be getting the job done: I don't think I've ever had such a good view of female apparatus in my life.
A male hand came into the picture, holding a smooth stainless steel rod about twenty centimetres or so long and quite thin, with a blunt, rounded tip. He fished around gently in her vulva with it for a minute, tweaking her clit and running the tip up and down between her clit and her vagina until the end found the tiny orifice of her urethra, almost lost in the folds of moist skin. He slid it in gently until over half its length had disappeared up the woman's peehole, then moved it in and out in a slow thrusting motion, and finally pulled it out equally slowly. The hole it left looked bigger than it had when he started, almost like a tiny version of an ass gape after anal sex. Originally it had been almost invisible among the folds of pussy flesh, but now it was a lot more obvious.
The hand went out of sight, then returned with another rod that was visibly bigger. That one slipped in easily too, and the man wiggled it around as if trying to provide maximum stimulation. The woman's face was out of the picture so it was hard to gauge her reaction, and the small grunts she occasionally made could have been grunts of pain or pleasure -- it was hard to tell, although, judging by the binder clamps, she had a pretty high pain threshold.
I was fascinated, but Kendra seemed absolutely riveted. Neither of us had seen anything like this, and Kendra sat with one hand over her mouth in a mixture of admiration and horror.
The experience got even more surreal as the man's other hand came into view, holding the first of the two rods. He slipped it in next to the second one, so the woman now had two rods up her peehole. He moved the ends apart a little so the rods levered her hole more open, and wiggled them around again. He always used just his first finger and thumb, holding the rods lightly and moving them with the delicacy of a surgeon. It looked as though they had practiced this routine many times, so he knew exactly how much her urethra could be stretched and how to do it.
Finally he was up to a rod thicker than a pencil, which looked gigantic compared to the tiny ones he had started with. Then he switched from smooth rods to one with ridges all along its length. Nothing seemed to faze the owner of the urethra. A little liquid, undoubtedly pee, leaked around the rods from time to time, but nothing much else happened during this bizarre stretching ritual.
Finally the hand reappeared holding a small bullet vibrator. He ran it around in various parts of her pussy, then touched it to the rod that was still deep in her peehole. This had an immediate and obvious effect, bringing little squeals of what was now obviously pleasure from the owner of the hole. Then he held it against her clit while fucking her peehole with the rod. After a short buildup, the little squeals merged into a long scream of orgasm.
He let go of the rod and it slid slowly out by itself. The show was over.
"Oh my God," exclaimed Kendra. "I've done a lot of weird sexual things, but it had never occurred to me that I could get pleasure from having things up my peehole. I guess it stands to reason -- an asshole isn't designed to have things up it either, but I love it when I do."
We followed the rabbit holes to several more videos that featured what we learned was called "urethra sounding." Sometimes a woman did it to herself and sometimes a man, or occasionally another woman, helped her out, but the pattern was always similar: start small and work up to larger and larger rods. One woman finished with a Sharpie, which we agreed really didn't look like a good idea compared to the polished steel rods. Then they'd usually add a vibrator, or at least some vigorous clit rubbing, to finish off the orgasm. Women didn't seem to cum from just sounding alone. It seemed to function more as foreplay or cosplay for other sexual stimulation.
One video gave us both a helpless fit of the giggles. A young woman announced that she was going to try sounding for the first time, on camera. She seemed hugely nervous and hesitant, wondering aloud whether it would hurt and if so, how much. She held her labia apart with one hand and used the other to fish around in her vulva with a small sounding rod. Finally she found the hole, got about a millimetre of rod into it, and pulled it out instantly as if it was red hot. In the end, she chickened out of the whole performance. We couldn't understand why she would try something new on camera, especially if she was so hesitant about it, or why she would post such a spectacular fail.
There were surprisingly few sounding videos, and they started to repeat themselves on various sites after a short while. We got the impression that this was a very specialized kink compared to the blowjobs and asshole/pussy fucking that seemed to be everywhere.
Intrigued, we sought out some legitimate self-help articles on the practice. Most of them agreed that it usually hurt somewhat at first, like almost any sexual penetration, but with a little practice it got easier and the pain mostly disappeared. We learned the difference between male and female urethras -- length, obviously, but also thickness. We learned about some of the ways you could hurt yourself, and how to avoid them. But mostly we learned that a urethra, like everything else in the pubic area, is incredibly rich in nerve endings, and also affords access to the G-spot, or a man's prostate, from a whole new perspective. For people who are into it, to hear the articles tell it, sounding is a great addition to any sexual toolkit.
