Although Judy had been satisfied by Ken that day, when she went to bed she still wanted more. She slipped off her panties and masturbated before falling asleep. The next morning she didn't bother to put on panties before going down to breakfast. She just grabbed her robe.

She was met at the bottom of the stairs by her uncle, who asked her to go into his study with him for a moment. Judy went with him not knowing what he wanted. Upon entering, he closed the door and informed her he had set up the enema equipment in the bathroom off the study. Naturally she protested and informed him the problem no longer existed but he wouldn't listen. He thought she just didn't want an enema. When Judy started to cry out of frustration, he suggested an alternative. He explained she still would have to pull her pants down but the entire procedure would take no longer than 15 seconds. She relented realizing her protests were falling on deaf ears rationalizing whatever he was going to do was better than getting an enema.

Blushingly Judy told her uncle she wasn't wearing panties. He made no comment but went into the bathroom. He returned a moment later and told her she was to bend over his desk. He said he was going to give her something so would be touching her intimately. Judy again started to cry when her uncle instructed her to take off her robe and bend over. She removed her robe and started to bend over the desk with tears in her eyes. "Wait a minute," her uncle said. "I know how hard this is for you and I'm sorry. Tell you what. Here's a hundred dollar bill. If you have to have your nightgown up for more than 10 seconds, you can keep it." Her uncle took off his watch and handed it to her. "Count down 5 seconds. When you hit zero, I'll start. Start counting the seconds from then, OK?"

Judy stopped crying. There was no way she was going to avoid this but she knew she could stand 10 seconds of embarrassment to make the situation go away. She nodded and took the watch. "OK, bend over the desk and start whenever you're ready," her uncle instructed. Judy did as she was asked and after pausing for a moment, started her count down.

As she hit zero, her nightgown was flipped onto her back exposing her ass. She started counting the seconds. When she had hit 2, her uncle's fingers were already at her tender asshole. Fortunately for Judy, her concentration was on the watch. She thought she felt something slip inside her but wasn't really sure. At the count of eight, her nightgown was pulled back down. "All done! Let's go eat," her uncle said. Judy stood as her uncle went back into the bathroom. She wondered what he had done. At least it was over and she didn't feel anything. She put on her robe, left, and went out for breakfast.

Breakfast was uneventful and Judy soon forgot the feeling she had had of something being put inside her dismissing it as just her imagination. After breakfast, she helped her aunt clean up and her uncle sat at the table with his coffee. An hour later, everything was cleaned up. The boys had already gone outside and Judy wanted to join them.

"Wait," her uncle called as she started up the stairs. Judy stopped and turned. "Come in here for a moment," her uncle told her from inside the study. She was told to close the door as she entered. "What I gave you was something to make you go. I had hoped it would work but it hasn't. I wish there was another way but there just isn't. You're going to have to have an enema," her uncle stated.

"But my stomach doesn't hurt any more. Do I have to? Can't I just wait?" she pleaded.

Her uncle's shaking head started Judy's tears flowing again. He went over to her and put his arms around her to comfort her. After a moment he asked if she wanted her aunt there. Judy shook her head. The last thing she wanted was for someone else to see her. Her uncle turned and, keeping his arm around her, guided her into the bathroom.

He sat on the toilet and gently pulled Judy over his lap. "Sorry," he muttered as he pulled up the hem of her nightgown. By this time Judy had managed to get control of herself but being exposed to her uncle again caused her to turn crimson. Quietly he lubed up her rosebud and pushed the tube into her. Judy grunted as the tube slid in. The enema itself didn't bother her. The humiliating thing was who was giving it to her and the soreness she would feel afterwards.

A sudden cramp caused Judy to flinch. Without saying anything, her uncle pushed up her nightgown more and started rubbing her bare back. For a moment, she forgot about the enema. Her uncle rubbing her back felt good to her. She wished it was Ken rubbing her. She wanted to have her ass rubbed but could never suggest her uncle do that.

Eventually her ordeal was over. Her uncle had pulled the tube out and pulled her nightgown back down. When she stood, he had hugged her, told her she should be OK now, and left. As before, Judy felt as though her insides completely flowed out and into the toilet. Again, her asshole was raw and sore. As quickly as she could, she had gone upstairs, changed, and ran outside to find Ken. She needed a friend right now.

She found Ken in the barn. "Where you been?" he asked as she approached.

The question made Judy start crying again. "Your dad... he didn't believe me... I told him I didn't need one... he gave me one anyway... he saw me... first he put something in me... I had to lay on his lap with no pants on... I'm so sore..." Judy sobbed.

Ken realized she had been given an enema but wasn't sure what else she meant and wasn't about to ask. He just held the sobbing girl until she quieted. "Want me to put some stuff on you?" he finally asked. Judy nodded. "Be right back. Wait here," Ken whispered as he left.

Judy watched him leave then looked around. Half hidden in the hay, she saw a magazine. She picked it up and saw it was one of those "sex" magazines. She looked around and, satisfied she was alone, opened it. Her jaw dropped when she saw the picture. A man and a woman, both nude, were fucking. Instead of his dick being in her pussy though, it was in her ass! She stared at the picture. It was the first time she had heard of people doing that. The noise of the barn door opening announced Ken's return. She quickly returned the magazine to its place.

"I got the stuff. Let's go up in the loft," he whispered.

"OK," Judy replied. Ken led the way grabbing a blanket on the way.

The loft was filled with hay bales. Ken wove his way into the maize to an area cleared out. He quickly spread the blanket out. Judy noticed a few more magazines stashed beneath one of the bales but said nothing. Once the blanket was spread, she knelt on it and pushed her pants down. She was no longer shy with Ken. She trusted him. With her pants at her knees, she sat back and removed them the rest of the way.

"Lie down with me?" she asked as she sprawled on her stomach. Ken stretched out next to her and opened the jar of Vaseline. He took a scoop with his finger and brought it to Judy's sore opening. She jumped as he touched her asshole.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," he whispered.

"It didn't hurt. Just cold," Judy muttered as Ken started rubbing the soothing gel on her asshole.

Judy closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations being produced by Ken. As if they had a mind of their own, her legs spread slightly. Ken's finger slid gently around her raw rear passage. Judy's mind wandered back to the picture. She wondered what it would feel like to have a cock in her asshole. As she pondered the question, Ken's finger slid slightly inside her ass and quickly backed out again. He continued rubbing.

Once again Ken's finger invaded her. This time it lingered a bit before exiting. Judy was becoming aroused. The idea of having her ass fucked was both frightening and exciting. Her breathing quickened. The third time Ken's finger entered her, she groaned. He quickly pulled out apologizing. "Don't stop," Judy mumbled.

Ken's finger returned to her asshole and pushed in. Slowly he moved it in and out. Judy's hips involuntarily picked up his rhythm and started moving. Her arousal continued to rise. "Deeper," she moaned in her almost hypnotic state.

Ken, ever so slowly, pushed his finger into Judy's now willing ass. Her hips rose pushing against him. What was supposed to be nasty felt good to her. As he started to pull back, Judy's hips rose higher. "Leave it in," she mumbled.

Ken pushed back in as far as he could. Judy hissed as the finger sank back inside her. He held it still for a moment and then started to fuck her ass with his finger. In Judy's imagination, she was now the girl in the picture and Ken was the boy. Instead of a finger in her ass, it was now a cock. The sensations finally became too much.

Judy shuddered as her climax hit. "Ohhh," she moaned as her body succumbed to the pleasure. Her hips bucked madly as Ken's finger rammed deeply into her. It was the first time she had ever climaxed without her pussy ever being touched. Waves and waves of pleasure flowed over her. "No more!" she gasped. Her body could take no more stimulation. Ken pulled his finger away allowing her to finally come down from her climax.

She looked over at Ken. He was lying on his side. His obvious hard on was straining against his pants. Judy wanted to jerk him off. "Take your dick out," she commanded in an uncharacteristic way. He quickly undid his pants, pushing them down, and exposing his rock hard rod.

Judy reached out and wrapped her hand around the throbbing erection. This wasn't a "thank you" or a mutual thing for her this time. She wanted to make him squirt. Her hand started pumping his cock. Ken rolled onto his back. Judy could see his face contort as she beat him off. He groaned as sperm shot into the air. She smiled as cum rockets erupted from his pulsating cock.

No sooner did he climax then a voice outside called his name. "Ken?"

He jerked his pants over his still oozing cock as he hollered, "What?"

"Can you give me a hand for a minute?" the voice answered.

"Be right there," Ken yelled. He turned to Judy, who was frantically pulling her pants on. "Wait here and don't say a word," he whispered. He then stood and quickly left the area.

Judy huddled and remained quiet. She heard the door open and then close. After a few minutes, she relaxed feeling safe not having been discovered. She then remembered the magazines. She crawled over and pulled them out. They were the same type of "sex" magazines.

Having nothing better to do while she awaited Ken's return, she started thumbing through them. The pictures both amazed and excited her curiosity. There were men getting blow jobs from girls, girls getting eaten out by boys, couples fucking, and other things pictured she had never heard of. Some of the pictures excited her, some of them horrified her, but she couldn't stop looking.

Judy heard the door open again and quickly put the magazines back. She heard Ken's voice quietly call her. She made her way out of the hay maize and the two left the barn.