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story_codes: g/g (10, 8), cons

story_intro: After their rape on the ballfield, Kate and Corrie drag themselves to Kate's house, where their mothers allow them to spend the night together. Although trauamtized, Kate is eager to resume her sex play with Corrie. The younger girl gradually succumbs and has a better ending to a very bad day.

story_language: English




Bases Loaded: Sliding into Home

Written by madvlad


Author's Note: This takes place immediately after Bases Loaded: Infield Play

	Despite her misery, Kate had everything planned out as she and Corrie walked their bikes in the rain. The younger girl hadn't said a word on their way to Kate's house. Kate knew that both she and Corrie only lived with their mothers. Kate's father had left after a divorce and Corrie's dad had been killed several years ago in a work accident.  Kate's mother liked to go out on Saturday nights and had been content for some time to leave her daughter alone in the house as Kate had phone numbers for neighbors as well as her mother's cell.

	After leaving their bikes in the garage, the girls used the inside door to enter the house through the kitchen, where Kate's mother, Laverne, saw them.

	"You two look like a pair of rats that nearly drowned in a mud bath!" she chuckled.

	"Mom, this is Corrie. She played on my team this year."

	Laverne looked at the smaller girl for a moment.

	"Oh, yes. I remember you - the speedy little outfielder. I talked with your mom a few times in the stands during games. Her name is Anne, right."

	"Uh huh."

	"Mom?" Kate interjected. "Can Corrie stay over tonight? She could wear some of my old clothes."

	Laverne compared the two girls. Kate had inherited her stout figure but Corrie was a skinny little thing. 

	"Sure, get one of your old nightgowns from the boxes in the basement - I think they're to the right on the shelves in the laundry room. But first, Corrie needs to let me clear this with her mom."

	Anne had been growing concerned about Corrie and all of the heavy rain and was relieved to hear she had gone to a friend's house. It took her a moment for her to remember Laverne from the softball games and then thought about letting Corrie stay with Kate.

	"I've left Corrie alone for a few hours here and there, plus she goes down to the park by herself so often anyway," Anne finally replied. "As much as I hate to admit it, my little girl is growing up. Sure, I don't see a problem with her staying at your place, but make sure the girls know they can call me at any time."

	"Kate! Corrie!" Laverne called out. "It's okay for Corrie to stay. There's stuff in the fridge and keep the doors locked. I've added Corrie's home number to the phone list."

	"Okay, Mom!" Kate called out.

	"Keep the porch light on, too," Laverne continued. "And you should-"

	"OKAY MOM!" Kate bellowed, rolling her eyes.

	Corrie couldn't help giggling. Mothers could be such worry-warts. Then she sobered - she wouldn't have minded having her mother to protect her at the park. Just after Laverne left, Kate had a warm bath ready. 

	"Do you want to go first or can I?" Corrie asked.

	Kate gave her a saucy grin.

	"We'll do it together."

	Corrie turned pink, remembering how they were kissing in the dugout before...before all of the horrible things started. She undressed, handing her muddy clothes to Kate who put both of their stuff in the laundry machine. Alone in the bath, Corrie was carefully examining her sore pussy, worried about damage after the rape. She hurt inside, but everything seemed to be in one piece.

	"Are you okay?" Kate asked as she returned and stepped into the tub.

	"Yeah, I guess."

	"Here, let me check," Kate said quickly.

	Although the memory of this afternoon still made her shudder, Kate was also feeling horny. And she didn't know of a better way to feel better and to comfort her friend than this. Kate placed a hand over the eight year-old's smooth vulva, caressing it gently. When Corrie tried to say something, Kate leaned in and dove tongue-first into her mouth. Corrie relaxed, meeting Kate's tongue while enjoying Kate's manipulations of her battered pussy. Where had Kate learned to do that?

	When Kate slipped the tip of her finger into Corrie's cunny, Corrie slammed her thighs together, fearful of being touched there after her assault. Kate kept her hand there, carefully wriggling her finger tip until Corrie slowly parted her legs again. Kate slowly introduced her entire finger into the smaller girl's snatch and worked it like her uncle had taught her. As he buried her digit up to the last knuckle, Kate thought about the sex toys that Uncle Adam had left her. But she and Corrie were much too sore to use any of those tonight.

	Judging by how hard Corrie was responding with her tongue, Kate guessed the other girl enjoyed what was happening in her little twat. Kate broke the kiss for barely a moment.

	"Do it to me, too," she whispered and returned to Corrie's mouth.

	Fumbling about Kate's chubby cunt, Corrie found the hole and dipped her finger into her friend's snatch. She was soon mimicking Kate's movements and had Kate rocking slightly on her hand. It all felt good despite the lingering pain from her rape and Corrie was curious about that odd little bump at the top of their clefts. Hers felt very good when Kate played with it and Kate's had hardened under her fingers. Kate's rocking became more insistent and she grunted into Corrie's mouth. Then she quivered and finally stopped.

	"Ahhh, you're so good," Kate murmured.

	"What?" Corrie asked, confused.

	"You made me cum - that's when all the good stuff comes together at once."

	"I wish I could do that."

	"I'll help you learn. But I'm kind of hungry now."

	Corrie hadn't been thinking of food, but was surprised she was hungry too. Both girls had spent lunch time on their hands and knees in the mud forcibly swallowing cocks while other hardened shafts plunged in and out of their throbbing pussies and bottoms. 

	After a dinner of sandwiches and macaroni and cheese, the girls went to watch TV in the living room. The show seemed interesting enough, but as their hands strayed toward each other's crotch, their entertainment needs went with them. Two night gowns were soon on the floor while Kate and Corrie lay together in the flickering light of the television, making out and rubbing each other's cunnies.

	"How did that happen?" Corrie asked suddenly as she became aware of being wet in her quim. 

	"It's okay. That's what happens when you feel good. You got wet in the bath, too, but didn't know it 'cause all the water."

	"Uh huh. I felt really warm and kinda tingly like I do now."

	Kate shifted to that her head was propped up on a pillow at the end of the couch. Pulling Corrie higher up her body, she stopped the girl before they were face to face.

	"Aren't we gonna kiss more?" Corrie asked.

	"Kiss me here," Kate said, tracing a finger over a pudgy tit mound.

	Corrie did just that, kissing Kate's nipples and feeling them harden against her lips just as one of them had done under her finger in the dugout.

	"Suck them," Kate whispered huskily.

	Corrie sucked, pulling on the ten year-old's chubby breast meat with her mouth. Kate pressed a hand on the back of Corrie's head while she fondled the smaller girl's tight ass with the other. Corrie liked the soothing and erotic feel on her rump and she contentedly sucked and slurped away on her friend's titlets. Exhaustion crept up on her and Corrie's sucking weakened gradually until she fell asleep with one of Kate's preteen nipples in her mouth.

	Kate nudged her awake after a while and the two girls headed for the bedroom. Kate stopped to pick up their nightgowns - not that they planned on wearing them but Kate didn't want to explain to her mother why they had been left in the living room.

	Once in bed, she made Corrie lie on her back while they kissed. Kate slid down, drawing a small exclamation of surprise from Corrie when she sucked on the little girl's flat chest. The tiny nipples hardened as Kate teased them with her tongue. When Kate moved even further down, Corrie asked her what she was doing.

	"I'm gonna make you cum," Kate replied.

	"But how are...oh! OH!"

	Remembering the porn videos she had watched and how Uncle Adam had pleasured her, Kate pushed Corrie's slim legs apart and proceeded to lap at her hairless mons. The eight year-old's tiny snatch was a juicy treat and Kate became more aggressive, gnawing on the plump mound and spearing Corrie's tight honey pot with her tongue. Corrie chewed on a finger and rocked her hips as she was lewdly eaten, her pain and fear at least temporarily replaced by arousal and lust.

	The little girl whined and thrust against her friend's ravenous mouth as her sex quivered toward a climax. She had been shocked when Kate had put her mouth down there, but now she wanted nothing more than for her to swallow her cunt whole. Then the orgasm seized her and Corrie groaned as the tension uncoiled from her loins, seeing to flow like the nectar she sent into Kate's mouth.

	Kate straightened up, licking Corrie's sweet residue from her lips. She had been frigging herself while eating Corrie's twat and was close to the edge herself. 

	"Corrie, could you make me cum again?" 

	"Sure, I'll move and-"

	"No, just lie there."

	Kate moved up and straddled Corrie's head. Corrie raised her head, finding Kate's dripping cunt. Kate assisted, positioning and holding Corrie. Corrie tried to do what she had felt Kate doing to her. She kept her mouth open wide, with lips sealed around the bald, bulging snatch of the ten year-old while her tongue slid and flickered in the juicy tunnel. Kate rocked and hunched against the younger girl's face, pressing against the back of Corrie's head to keep that wonderful mouth planted against her twat. 

	Looking down, Kate smiled. Corrie looked so cute, staring up at her with those big dark eyes while her mouth busily worked against Kate's pussy. Feeling a sharp jolt in her cunny, Kate clamped her thick thighs against Corrie's head, trapping it while Kate moved with a lustful fury until Corrie's frantic tongue brought her off. 

	Kate moaned long and hard, sending a small flood of juice into her little friend's throat. Releasing her hold on Corrie's head, Kate rolled next to her. The girls French kissed again tasting their own cuntlets in each other's mouth as they licked. But Corrie was exhausted and her tongue motions became feebler, so Kate let her drift off to sleep.

	It had been a long day - frightful and painful and then gloriously sexy. All of the images and sensations raced through Kate's mind, preventing the girl from falling asleep. Careful not to disturb Corrie, she got up and went to the computer on her desk. It had been one that she and her mother had shared before Laverne got an upgrade earlier in the year. The one in Kate's room may have been slightly outdated, but it was all hers. She opened her e-mail and began to type.

	"Dear Uncle Adam,

	I hope you're doing good. A lot of stuff happened here today. A lot of it was bad but some of it was very good."

	Behind Kate, Corrie murmured something in her sleep. Kate looked and saw the covers had slipped down. Corrie was now on her side, facing away. Her pale buttocks almost glowed in contrast to the tanned skin above and below them. The small, tight globes certainly made a yummy-looking package.

	Kate returned to her typing.

	"Can you come and visit soon? I've got lots of stuff to tell you. And I have someone I want you to meet."



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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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