Tilly

This is not a rape story, however a rape does occur early on. If that subject offends or upsets you, please pass this by.

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Tilly woke up in a bed she wasn't familiar with. Her head was splitting, her ass was on fire, her pussy was sore and swollen, there was fluid leaking out of her pussy and her ass. She had a horrible taste in her mouth, there was something crusty all over her face and in her hair.

As she sat up Lucille was walking out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. "get in the shower, get dressed and come to the kitchen. Your clothes are in this bathroom."

"What happened to me last night?"

"You tried to fuck every guy at the party, that's what happened."

"No I didn't, I was raped."

"Not quite sweet cheeks, we have you on video begging for the next cock. In the kitchen, 20 minutes."

As Tilly stood in the shower trying to let the hot water nurse her wounds, she could only remember bits and pieces of the evening. She'd come home from her job at the local custard stand to a house party. It wasn't unusual, Tom and Lucille partied like this about once a month. Lots of booze and pot, typically 5 to 8 couples beside Tom and Lucille. In the past she would let them know she was home and go to her room.

Last night was different, they'd offered her a hit on the bong, to celebrate her 18th birthday 4 days ago. It didn't take long before one hit became several, one beer turned into more, and she was loopy as hell. She remembered being carried to the master bedroom, her clothes removed and having an orgasm, before hearing Lucille tell someone, "Okay, she's ready to be fucked." Why me Tilly thought. I'm skinny, have nothing for tits, no ass, no waist, I'm just a bean pole with this horrible red hair.

From there on it was a blur, obviously she'd been fucked by more than one guy, and who knows how many times each. Tilly dressed and went to the kitchen, was told to sit and Lucille started.

"In case you're thinking of causing troubles take a look at this video." It showed Tilly being fucked in every position imaginable, asking to be buttfucked, asking to have cum shot down her throat, begging for the next cock.

"There were no date rape drugs, it was you Tilly, with too much pot and liquor in your system, happy birthday honey, now that you're 18, you're a consenting adult. Being 18 also means we won't be getting any more money for foster care. We know you'll start getting money from your trust fund this month, so here's what's going to happen. You're going to give us the $563 we've been getting from social services every month, or your ass is out of here."

Tears filled Tilly's eyes, not only had she been raped, she was now being extorted. She ask how soon she'd have to leave, the answer was, "Your suitcase of clothes is at the front door, don't let it hit you in the ass."

"Clothes, what about my other stuff?"

"You didn't buy that stuff, we did, you're leaving with what you came with, your clothes."

Tom stood up, "let's go bitch", tears streamed down Tilly's face as she walked down the sidewalk. Where would she go, where would she stay? The only place she knew to go was the custard stand. It was raining so Tilly huddled under the front door overhang. The day manager showed up, taking Tilly inside and listening to her story. Alice told her she could stay at her house the weekend, then she'd take her to the court house to see her case worker on Monday. The case worker wasn't any help, she was 18 and off his roster. He did give her the name and address of the lawyer handling her trust fund, it was only 4 blocks away.

The lawyer knew of an aunt who lived in Michigan, he would contact her to see if she would take Tilly in. He also got Tilly over to the bank where her first check was deposited. She would have $800 a month as a subsidy until she was 21 at which time the remaining amount would be hers. If she chose to go on to school prior to her 21st birthday, all expenses for education purposes would come out of that fund as well. The bank issued her a debit card and transferred the money she had in savings from her part time job, into the debit account. Tilly's money couldn't be touched by anyone else.

Back at the lawyers she was told that her aunt Claudia would take her in, she was an older gal, but it was somewhere to live. Tilly took out $100 cash, got the address and was on a Greyhound bus the next morning for a two day ride to Michigan. On the bus there was plenty of time to think. She had been with Tom and Lucille since she was 13, they had always been good to her, what had happened? They'd had little kids before, but it broke their hearts to let them go, they thought a foster teen might work out. For five years it did. As she thought back she could remember more than one occasion when she'd seen older teen girls leaving, or in bed with Tom & Lucille the morning after their party. A couple she'd recognized as girls who had graduated a few years ahead of her. Tilly didn't think much of it, they were all over 18, maybe Lucille was bi and they liked getting it on with young girls.

All the signs were there, she should have known, she should have not taken that first hit, or the glass of wine. Too late now, four days later she was still so sore it was hard to sit, and her ass hurt so much she almost couldn't have a bowel movement. Traverse City was on the upper west side of Michigan, on the Michigan lake side. Her aunt met her at the bus station, grabbed her meager belongings and went home. Tilly was shown her bedroom with it's own bath, where towels and other linens were kept, how to run the washer and dryer, and finally the kitchen. Tilly addressed her as Aunt Claudia, Claudia stopped her, "Only person ever called me Claudia was my dearly departed mom, everybody else knows me as Claude."

Claude listened to Tilly's tale of woe. Told Tilly she thought she could a job at the grocery store as a checker, there had been help wanted signs when she shopped earlier. Tilly was hired right away, with what she made at the store she paid Claude $200 a month for food and utilities. With winter approaching Claude suggested they look at finding a car for Tilly. At the local Ford dealer Claude found a 5 year old Taurus that had just been traded in by widow McClaren, less than 40,000 miles on it. Claude bought it, letting Tilly pay her $250 a month with no interest.

Then the other shoe dropped, Tilly was pregnant, about three months along. There wasn't a problem with morning sickness at first, but it was obvious to Claude something was amiss. She'd seen pregnant before, and this girl had the glow.

Claude took it all in stride, telling Tilly not to worry, she was a mother of four and she'd help her get through it. Tilly worked right up until two weeks before the birth date, having a little girl ten days later. Suddenly that skinny girl with no tits had tits full of milk for her baby girl, her bean pole figure had matured, she now had baby hips and a little bit of an ass. In a few months time, she'd gone from a AA cup to a B cup, she knew it wouldn't last beyond nursing, but she liked it for the time being.

Tilly stayed at home with her daughter Sally for a year, thinking it might be time to get back to work. Claude said they were looking for another checker at the Ace Hardware where Claude worked, Tilly applied and was hired right away. Claude knew which daycare to put Sally in, together she and Tilly set up a schedule for drop off and pick up of Sally. Claude loved that little girl and doted over her constantly, while at the same time teaching Tilly how to be a mommy.

Tilly noticed a difference in Claude lately, smiling more, kind of perky, almost giddy at times. Tilly thought "if I didn't know better I'd say she's getting laid." Claude was only 61, certainly not to old for a tumble or two in the hay. She had a little flab on her ass, (who doesn't at 61) but her tits still stuck out instead of hanging down to her navel. Tilly smiled, the broad was getting her riggin pranged, who'd a thunk?

Tilly's suspicion was confirmed a week later. Sally had a slight fever, Tilly was called to pick her up. Thinking Claude had gone grocery shopping she walked quietly into the house trying not to wake Sally. Going down the bedroom hallway she heard the grunts and groans, smiling to herself. Then she heard Claude say loudly, "harder Bert, I love how you buttfuck me."

Tilly slipped into her room gasping and snickering at the same time. "Oh my gosh, Claudia is taking it up the ass and enjoying it." After recalling how much she hurt after her ordeal she couldn't imagine why anyone would doing it willingly. Claude saw Tilly's car as Bert was leaving, she wondered, "hmmm, how long has she been home?"

Supper was quiet that evening, Claude broke the silence. "What time did you get home today?"

"About 2, Sally had a fever so I needed to get her and bring her home."

"Uh huh, anything unusual when you got here?"

Tilly's face turned as red as her hair. "I heard you and the retired mailman having sex."

"Not just any sex though was it?" Claude said half smiling.

"It sounded like I heard you say you liked how he did anal with you."

"What I said little girl, is that I like how he buttfucks me."

"Tilly, it's ass, not glass, it won't break. I know you had a terrible experience, but with the right lover it can be enjoyable. Some of the strongest orgasms I've had were while doing anal."

Tilly was very comfortable at work, starting to know the regular customers as well as the contractors. The contractor area was at the back of the store, they typically would sign a charge slip at the lumber counter and pay it off later. All but one, Walter Knudson, he was a carpenter by trade, but always came to the front to pay for whatever he picked up. Walt was probably 65 to 70, still hard and muscular, still handsome is his own chiseled gruff stubbly beard way. He always treated Tilly and any other lady with the utmost respect. Tilly asked him why he didn't just charge like the others instead of waiting in line at the checkout.

"Don't want no debt, that's how these younger guys get in trouble, that's why I been around nearly 50 years."

Not quite three weeks later Claude dropped a bomb shell. She and Bert were going to Alabama for two weeks to his winter home, if she liked it she was going to move there with him. She could file for social security now, Bert had his postal workers pension, and he decided he'd start drawing SS at 66. Tilly looked worried.

"Don't fret honey, you can stay here as long as you need to. I won't sell it until I know you're settled in somewhere."

Tilly was not her chipper self the next time Walt came through her line. "What's up kiddo. You look pretty down today."

"Claude is probably going to Alabama with Bert, I need to find a place to live."

"You get a lunch, right? Meet me at the Krystal Café at noon." Tilly nodded as the next impatient customer shuffled forward.

Walt was sitting at a table in the back, he stuck his hand up, Tilly saw it and headed his way. After they ordered, Walt spoke up.

"My Martha died 11 years ago, my boy was killed in Iraq, so I've got this big old empty house that could use a woman's touch and the noise of a little one running around. I sleep upstairs, got my own bathroom. You could have what used to be Martha & my room, got a bathroom included."

"I couldn't Walt, that was your bedroom."

"Taint mine anymore, hurts too much to be in it, too many memories there. How much you payin Claude a month?"

"$200, I cover daycare, but she sometimes picks Sally up if my work schedule is late."

Walter sat scratching his chin. He was silent other than talking with a person or two walking by about jobs. One asswipe made a comment about RED on the head. Walt stood, towering above him at 6'2".

"Her name is Tilly, you asshole, now apologize." Which the guy quickly did and left.

"Some of these dunces just piss me off" grumbled Walt.

"Make you a deal kiddo. You're usually off by 5 each day, so if you'll cook, I'll help clean up. If you'll pick up after Sally, I'll keep the upstairs taken acre. I can pick up Sally if you need me to, I set my own schedule. We share the grocery bill and garage. You get one space, I get one. If you want special food or treats for Sal, you buy those out of your own pocket. Okay?"

"How much will the rent be then?"

"It won't be nuthin. A woman and a baby in the house once again, I should be payin you to live here. How much you owe Claude for the car?"

"$1500, how would you know about that?"

"Shit honey, worst thing about livin in a small town is everyone knows your business, best thing about livin in a small town is everyone knows your business. We tend to look out for each other, and their youngin's. I'll pay Claude for your car, you do the same payment with me you done with her. Can move in anytime you like."

"Aren't you concerned people will talk, accuse you of being a dirty old man?"

"First, I don't give a shit what they say, second, if anyone calls me a dirty old man I'll break their jaw, third, that equipment aint worked for a number of years. A hot little thing like you could stand naked in front of me and it'll just hang there." Walt chuckled to himself.

"Walt, I still breastfeed, is that going to bother you?"

"Only if you try to hide it. I loved watching Martha feed our boy, I find it to be one of the most amazing things I've ever seen."

"Can I give you an answer tomorrow Walt? I need to think about this." Walt nodded, he paid the tab and they left.

Libby talked with Claude about the situation, Claude thought it was a great idea, and if anyone was capable of protecting she and Sally, it was Walt. "Walt is not only well known, he's greatly respected in the area, nobody will mess with you."

With Walt's help Tilly moved in Sunday afternoon. Walt took to Sally, and Sally took to Walt immediately. She wasn't quite running yet, but those once wobbly legs were moving pretty fast. Walt and she chased around the house most of the evening while Tilly got squared away in the bedroom. When it came time for Sally's last feeding of the day Tilly sat next to Walt on the couch, opened her robe and brought Sally to her breast. She latched on and slowly drifted off to sleep, still sucking. Walt just watched, absolutely mesmerized by the miracle of it all.

Walt groaned a little as he stood, "that little girl wore me out, time for this old man to hit the rack."

"Shall I cook you breakfast?"

"No sweetheart. I'm outa here by six, been meeting the same two guys for breakfast for over 30 years. I'll be quiet, you take care of the peanut and yourself. See you at the lumber yard."

Claude sold the house and moved to Alabama. It was a tear jerker goodbye to say the least. Life settled into a routine for Walt, Tilly and Sally. When Sally was almost two, life changed, for the better. A young man was with Walt one day when he checked out.

"Tilly, I'd like you to meet Knut, he's the son of one of my many cousins in Norway. He's going to be working with me for a while, he has a work permit, so he can stay permanently as long as he's employed."

Tilly smiled and nodded her head. Gosh he was cute, wonder how old he is? I'm almost 21, maybe he's not too old for me. Tilly hadn't had feelings for a man since she'd moved to town. Sally was her life, that's all that mattered. Tilly scolded herself. "don't get your hopes up. What would he want with a skinny redhead with boobs that are going to shrink as soon as she weans Sally. Tilly had been contemplating weaning Sally, but she truly loved how close she felt to her little girl when she nursed, which was usually first thing in the morning and before bed. This is foolish Tilly, get on with your life."

Tilly watched for Walt and Knut throughout the next day, they didn't come in. As she was setting the table for supper Walt came in, with Knut.

"Got one more for supper sugar, do we have enough?"

"Chicken rice casserole, fresh cornbread, and brownies for dessert. We've got plenty."

"Knut, if I was 50 years younger I'd marry this girl, don't find um like this very often anymore."

Tilly noticed Knut looking at her a lot during the meal. True to their deal, Walt started on the dishes, to Tilly's surprise Knut insisted he help Walt while she got Sally ready for bed.

Knut had a beard, not real long, nicely trimmed and shaped. Sally was absolutely enamored by his beard, crawling onto his lap to touch it, or run her fingers through it. Then squeal and run back to mama, Knut was smart, he didn't go after Sally, he let her come to him. When it came time for Sally's feeding Tilly was conflicted, should she nurse in front of him, or not?

"Knut, I normally nurse Sally before bed, is that going to bother you?"

"Nope, my sister nurses in front of me all the time."

"I'm not your sister though."

"No, but it's a breast, they all kind of look the same other than size."

Tilly put Sally to her breast and was surprised when Knut got up and looked over her shoulder.

"My sister has 5 kids, as many times as I've stood over her watching her babies nurse, I have never gotten over what a beautiful thing it is. I hope some day to marry and have a wife who nurses our children. Someone as pretty as you."

Tilly blushed as she changed breasts, unintentionally giving Knut a full view of her chest. She heard him groan softly as he walked back toward the couch. She thought he walked odd, could he really be getting an erection over her? No way, she told herself.

Walt excused himself to bed, telling Knut to be at the jobsite by 7.

Knut sat staring at Tilly, hardly blinking. Tilly excused herself to put Sally down, telling Knut if he'd like to stay a bit he was welcome.

Tilly asked if he'd like to share a beer, she wanted a taste, but not a whole beer. Sounded good to him. They sat on the couch talking, laughing, sharing stories. Soon it was 10:30 and both needed to get some rest. Tilly walked Knut to the door, as she was going to open it Knut spoke, with his charming Norwegian accent.

"You are a very pretty girl. May I see more of you?"

Tilly wasn't ready for that, "Uh, I think I'd like that. Thank you. Supper tomorrow?"

It took Knut about two weeks to find the courage to ask Tilly on a date. Tilly said she had no one to watch Sally, Walt piped up that he'd love to babysit Sally. Just leave him some breast milk for bedtime and he'd be set.

By date night Tilly and Knut had advanced to making goo goo eyes, touching lightly walking by, smiling secret smiles, winking and holding hands momentarily if they thought they were alone. Knut arrived for their date right on time, Tilly was wearing a button down shirt, a pair of jeans showing off what figure she possessed, but not skin tight, and some sneakers. He was in jeans and a flannel shirt, ankle high leather boots.

Dinner out was tasty, they went to a frozen yogurt place for dessert, somewhere Knut had never been. They shared the different flavors with each other, having an enjoyable evening. Walking to the car Tilly took Knut's hand. Knut opened the door for her, before letting go of her hand he asked if he could kiss her pretty lips. A nod and a kiss later they were on the way home. Tilly had never before left Sally in the evening, she was anxious to see if all was okay. Walking in the door made her heart melt. There was Sally all snuggled up in Walt's chest, his arms around her, both sound asleep.

Knut forgetting his accent a moment said, "ya sure, dis is good."

Tilly took Knut's hand, "Let's leave them alone, you and I can talk in the kitchen."

Their conversation went anywhere and everywhere. Why he was in the states, his dreams and aspirations, then eventually turned to how she got there and Sally.