Unfortunately the next few days were rainy and Ken and Judy could not go to their swimming hole. Judy had developed another problem also. She was constipated and had started cramping. Ken was the first to notice. "Are you OK?" he asked noticing Judy in obvious discomfort.

"I'll be fine," she answered as another cramp struck causing her to grab her stomach. "I've just got a stomach ache."

"You don't look too good to me. What gave you a stomach ache?" he continued.

Judy hesitated for a moment trying to think of a way she could answer. "Promise you won't say anything?" Ken nodded in agreement. "I can't go to the bathroom," Judy whispered.

"How long?" asked Ken. Judy held up three fingers. "I hate to say so but you probably should get an enema," Ken suggested.

"An enema? Oh god no!" Judy blurted.

"It's not that bad," Ken soothed. "Ya gotta do something."

"The last thing I want is somebody sticking something up there," Judy whispered. "Sounds like it would hurt. Besides, it's nasty!"

"Haven't you ever had one?" Ken asked. Judy shook her head. "Well, you gotta do something. It won't hurt, I promise."

"Have you had one?" Judy asked. Ken nodded. "Don't they hurt?"

"No. I guess it's a little embarrassing but it doesn't hurt," Ken explained.

"I hate going to the Doctor's," Judy muttered.

"You don't have to go to the Doctor's," Ken replied.

"Where do you get one then?" queried Judy.

"Right here. My Dad can give you one. He was a medical something in the army so he knows how," explained Ken.

"Your Dad! I wouldn't let your Dad do it to me," blurted Judy. Another cramp hit. After it subsided, Judy continued. "Maybe I could talk to your Mom."

Judy's aunt was in the kitchen cleaning up after breakfast. "How are you this morning?" she greeted as Judy walked in.

Not too good. I've got a stomach ache," Judy replied.

"Oh?" her aunt questioned.

"I can't go to the bathroom," Judy mumbled.

"How long has it been?" her aunt asked.

"Three days," Judy answered softly as she looked down at the floor shyly.

"No wonder you have a stomach ache," her aunt consoled. "We can take care of that. When your Uncle John gets home, we'll just give you an enema and you'll be fine in no time."

Judy paused. She didn't like the idea of her uncle giving her an enema but how could she say that to her aunt? "Could you do it?" she asked.

"Your uncle's the expert. He's had medical training," her aunt explained before realizing what her niece was really asking. "Don't worry. He won't see anything. You won't even have to take your panties off. We'll just pull them down some and it will be over in no time. That will be OK won't it?"

"I guess so," mumbled Judy. She left the kitchen and went outside. Ken was sitting on the fence and Judy walked over to him.

"Did you talk to my Mom?" he asked.

"Yup," Judy answered.

Ken knew enough time hadn't passed for Judy to get her enema. Wondering what was going on, he said, "and?"

"She's going to have your Dad do it when he gets home," Judy moaned. "I'm gonna die!"

"It won't be that bad getting one," Ken comforted. "Besides, you'll feel a lot better when it's over."

"It's not getting it that's so bad but I'm going to have to take my pants down in front of him," Judy blushed. "No one except you has ever seen me."

"Oh," Ken mumbled not knowing what to say. He jumped down from the fence and put his arms around the upset girl.

Judy felt safe with Ken. She knew the enema was inevitable but she was dreading it. Getting one was humiliating enough but getting one from her uncle was more than she could take. Ken's arms around her comforted her. "Do you know how to do it?" she mumbled.

"Huh," Ken asked not knowing what she was asking.

"You know... give one of those things," Judy answered shyly.

Ken paused. He had received a few enemas and had seen his father give his brother one. "I guess so. Why?"

"Would you do it?" Judy blushed. She knew getting an enema would be humiliating but she rationalized it would be easier from Ken where he had already seen her.

Ken was startled by the question. He knew he could give her an enema but surprised she asked him. "OK," he answered. "We'll have to wait until everyone's out of the house so we won't get caught. Hopefully my Mom will go to the store today."

Judy hadn't thought of getting caught. The idea horrified her. "We can go out in the woods and do it there. No one will catch us there," she suggested.

"But you'll have to go to the bathroom real bad afterwards. What if you can't make it back?" Ken cautioned.

Judy thought. There was no way she was going to risk being caught with Ken giving her an enema. "I'll just go in the woods, that's all."

"OK. I'll go get the stuff. I'll meet you behind the barn," agreed Ken as he walked towards the house. Judy headed behind the barn. After a short time Ken met her with a backpack and the two headed for the woods. They ended up in a thick pine grove where it would be impossible for anyone to spot them.

Judy was nervous. Not only would it be her first enema but Ken would be touching her asshole again. The first time he had touched her there excited her. This time she had mixed emotions. It would be one thing if he was going to play with her asshole but he was going to give her an enema. Her thoughts were broken by Ken saying, "All set." She looked down and saw all the equipment laid out on a blanket. "What should I do?" Judy asked.

"Ah, well, first I gotta put some Vaseline on your behind then I put the tube in and then the water goes in," he explained to her not knowing exactly what he was supposed to tell her to do. "I guess you should take your pants off first. You can either lay on the blanket on your side or lay across my lap. Which ever you want." As he talked, he hung the bag from a branch of a tree.

"How about if I lay on your lap and you just push my pants down some. I don't want to take them all the way off if I don't have to," Judy asked.

"OK," Ken answered. Judy lay on his lap. As kindly as he could, he pushed her pants down her hips. She lifted some and he pushed them down to her thighs.

Judy cringed as her pants slid down. She started to blush. A greasy finger went between her ass cheeks to her rosebud. She gasped as it slid in. "Sorry," Ken mumbled. Judy wanted to stand and pull her pants back up and tell him to forget the whole thing but she knew his father would do the same thing to her later. She just wanted to get it over at this point. The finger pulled out of her asshole only to return a moment later with more greasy stuff. Again it pushed in a little only this time it slid in easier. As fast as it slid in, it pulled back out. "Ready?" she heard Ken say.

She wanted to say "NO," but knew she couldn't. "OK," she managed to mumble. Her asshole clenched when she felt the tube touch it. "Relax," Ken told her in a comforting voice. She relaxed as much as she could. Her next sensation was the tube sliding into her. She shut her eyes as tight as she could in an attempt to close out the world. She heard a click and then Ken's hand started to rub her ass cheeks. Even though she was embarrassed beyond belief, his touch felt nice.

Her concentration went to Ken's hand. Slowly it slid over the soft skin of her ass. She probably would have started to get aroused but she felt her stomach start to expand and she could feel some discomfort. To top it off, Ken's soothing massage of her ass stopped. She heard a second click. As the tube slid out of her ass, she heard Ken say, "All done." He then did something that surprised her. He started to pull up her pants for her. She lifted allowing him to pull them all the way up and then stood up. As she did, Ken reached down and handed her a roll of toilet paper. "I'll wait here," he told her. For a moment she was puzzled until the urge hit her. She rushed into the pine grove.

After what seemed like forever, Judy stopped going. Gently she wiped her raw asshole with the toilet paper, pulled her pants up, and walked back to Ken. "Feel better?" he asked.

Judy felt like her whole insides had emptied out of her. She did feel better though; a lot better. "Ya, thanks!" she blurted and then blushed as what she had just gone through rushed back into her mind. The enema experience had been humiliating but she also remembered Ken's soothing touch. "It is a little raw back there," she added. Would you put some of that stuff on me?"

"Sure!" Ken smiled.

A wicked smile came across Judy's face. "I'll take my pants off this time if you will too."

Ken stood and unbuckled his pants. Judy pushed her pants to the ground and stepped out of them as Ken did the same. He sat back down and Judy draped herself over his lap again. She could feel his hard cock poking her stomach. A greasy finger started to slide around her asshole. This time she didn't worry about making a mess. She gasped as the finger slid inside her. "Sorry," Ken mumbled as he pulled it out.

"That's OK," Judy moaned. "Put it in again." She couldn't believe she had made such a request but it did feel nice. She wasn't ready to loose the sensations so quickly. The "nastiness" of the act had left. What remained was a very pleasurable feeling. It was different than when her pussy was played with but she still liked it. Judy reached down and started playing with Ken's balls. She heard him groan which encouraged her more. Ken's legs parted and Judy reached for his raging hard on.

As she wrapped her hand around his hard rod, she felt Ken's hand slip between her legs to her pussy. Her hips jumped as he grazed across her clit. Slowly his finger strummed her sensitive clit. In no time, orgasm washed over her. She furiously stroked his cock as her hips bounced up and down on her lap. She felt his cum spray across her stomach as he groaned in climax.

She went limp on his lap as her climax ended. Suddenly she was exhausted. The ordeal combined with the sexual rush had taken its toll. Her only movement was her fingers lazily exploring Ken's balls and now limp cock. Ken's fingers were tracing imaginary lines across her ass cheeks.

"We'd better get going," Ken eventually suggested. Judy was very content with the way things were but she knew he was right. Reluctantly her fingers stopped their explorations as she stood. Ken's hand slid off her ass causing her to groan softly.

As Ken started to gather the enema equipment and stuff it back into the backpack, Judy wiped the cum off her stomach with some toilet paper. "Boy, you really make a mess!" she teased. "We're going to have to do something about this." Ken didn't answer but just smiled back at her.

The two left the pine grove hand in hand. Judy's excursion into the woods with Ken had produced two results - she didn't have a stomach ache any longer and she wouldn't have to masturbate tonight.