The Tusk - Pt. 02

Part 2

It was two days later before Rebecca was able to pick up the Journal again. The next few pages had Rebecca in tears, as Roberta wrote of her despair of seeing James's ship set sail and the emptiness she now felt after all the recent time they had spent together. However, she also wrote about how she had found solace in her new gift, and of the embarrassment she had felt, in obtaining such pleasure from the phallic object.

Then, Roberta had received James's gift from Marseille. She had written of being overjoyed that the ship had arrived safely but also of being totally bemused that of all things he should send her a few paint brushes.

Rebecca remembered the letter she had read a couple of days earlier, the one that James had written to accompany the paint brushes, but it didn't provide any more help.

However, Roberta's next diary entry was altogether different.

In it, she explained that just the following night, after she had pleasured herself with the walrus tusk dildo, she had dropped off to sleep only to have the most bizarre dream.

She explained that in her dream she had suddenly awoken to the sound of raucous music and found herself dancing around on stage with eleven other girls. They were all dancing the Cancan, kicking their legs up in the air and twirling around, their skirts billowing out. Then just as the music stopped, the girls all dropped to the floor performing the splits.

Roberta couldn't believe that her dream appeared so realistic, and she really believed it was her dancing. As the curtain dropped, the girls all ran giggling from the stage, down onto the floor of the salon to mingle with the patrons. As Roberta circulated amongst the audience, a very handsome young man, who introduced himself as Max Borliose, the very person whom James had mentioned in his letter, approached her.

Max had praised Roberta on her performance on stage and asked if she had ever considered modelling for an artist, to which Roberta had replied that she had never been asked. Max then apologised for having been so forward but explained that he had recently used a few of the other dancers as models, and wondered if she would consent to model for him as well. At the mention of a payment for her services, Roberta had agreed.

Suddenly, Roberta found herself in a pleasantly furnished attic flat. She had no idea how she had got there, nor indeed where it was, but she was wandering around a comfortable sitting room, perusing the other pictures, photos, and books that stood around on various pieces of furniture.

Hearing a noise, Roberta turned to find Max returning from an adjacent room, now wearing his artists smock and inviting Roberta to join him in his studio. As she entered Roberta gasped, strewn around the room and leaning against walls were numerous canvases, all of which seemed based on a similar theme. But, from where Roberta stood all seemed to be still life, there were no pictures of her fellow dancers.

Turning angrily to look at Max, he simply asked her to look a little more closely. Approaching the first Roberta did that, looking carefully at the exquisitely painted fruit and crockery and other miscellaneous items, but still could not see anything.

Then suddenly, a shape seemed to appear in the background, and as Roberta started to focus on that and not the foreground objects, she gasped as if by magic, a female form appeared, not only that, but it was also a naked female form. Although not totally apparent, the curve of the breast and an odd nipple were obvious but blended in with the other objects. This was very clever artwork thought Roberta.

As she turned to look at Max in awe, he was smiling broadly and explained that he used the naked female form as a means to display the other objects. He continued that, as she could see the pictures were in no way disgraceful, as the model was discretely covered, but they were extremely suggestive, because of what the observer thought they could see. Max then asked if she could recognise any of her fellow dancers, and as Roberta moved from picture to picture, she could indeed name many of his previous sitters.

Roberta also noticed one other interesting feature. In each of the pictures, the model appeared to have what looked like a long creamy white cylindrical object between their legs, hiding their pubic areas and so she asked what it was.

Max pointed over to a table, standing against the opposite wall, where many of the objects he used in his pictures were piled up. As Roberta approached, she saw the object and picked it up, turning the smooth, cool, and as she could now see, slightly tapered object round in her hands. She giggled as well, when she realised that the tapered end had also been shaped to look like the head of a penis.

Max explained that it was a walrus tusk, that he had found in a nearby antique shop, and thought it would be interesting to include in his pictures. Then, he asked Roberta that now that she had seen his studio and his work, would she be willing to model for him. Hesitantly, Roberta agreed, she needed the money.

Max profusely thanked her, and from his pocket produced the money that she had been promised. This came as a shock to Roberta as she hadn't expected to see any money until long after the picture had been completed.

With her money safely in her small purse, she then started to disrobe, being a dancer, it was not unusual to find herself stripping off in front of a man, it often happened when 'special' patrons visited backstage. Soon, she was standing there naked, and a little surprised at how embarrassed Max appeared to be by her nudity, but it was quite endearing. She thought she might even give him a 'little gift' once she had finished modelling.

With his model now ready, Max directed Roberta to lie down on the chaise longue, in particular for Roberta, he wanted her to lie down on her right-hand side, with her right leg flat along the chaise but her left leg lifted and bent. Roberta smiled, anyone coming into the room would get a right eyeful of her exposed pussy, and she was interested to see what Max was going to use hide her pussy in this picture.

With Roberta in a comfortable position, Max began scurrying back and forwards between the table and the chaise longue with items, draping them around Roberta's body. Within minutes, Roberta was sure that anyone entering would have much more difficulty in identifying her or parts of her anatomy, although her pussy was still plainly in sight.

Just then, Max returned from the table with the walrus tusk and with trembling hands placed it between Roberta's open legs covering her pubic area. The hard, cold object made her pussy lips tingle. Or was it Max's touch? She didn't care; she was becoming aroused.

Max busied himself behind his easel, as Roberta lay there, her pussy still tingling from the slight pressure applied by the tusk. She began to fantasise that Max was standing behind his easel, naked like she was. She fantasised that as Max sketched and painted her, his penis became more and more erect.

Roberta let her mind go with her dream, becoming more and more aroused as she imagined Max standing there, looking at her occasionally before returning to his canvas, with his hard cock, painfully erect, poking skywards. Roberta even imagined she that see could see precum oozing from the tip of Max's organ.

She lay there feeling her pussy becoming more and more moist as she became more turned on. The urge to surreptitiously slip a hand down between her thighs, and slip a finger into her slippery pussy, was growing every minute as she lay there.

But then, Roberta began to feel a strange sensation between her thighs.

Although she had not moved one little inch since Max had positioned all the different objects, with her supine position, slightly tilted onto her right hip and her legs spread as they were, the phallic object, the walrus tusk, was lying almost on top of her right inner thigh.

But to Roberta's mind it appeared to be moving, however slightly. It caused the young woman to blush, as it suddenly occurred to her that perhaps it was her own juices, that she was sure were, by now, oozing from her vagina that was causing the pale white tusk to slide on her skin.

Roberta lay there, focusing all her attention on the phallic object, trying to ascertain whether it was actually moving, or just her highly sexually charged mind imagining it. After a minute or two, Roberta was convinced that it was, she could feel it slipping ever so slowly back down between her thighs.

And as it did it was sliding over her sensitive labia, which she could now tell were coated with copious amounts of her juices, to the extent that she could smell her own arousal. She blushed profusely, feeling herself get even hotter and more aroused, anticipating at any moment that Max would detect her perfume and come and investigate.

Fortunately, Max was in another world, he had his brushes and palette in hand and a still life which to paint. What more could an artist want? However, his sharp eye did notice the change in colouring of Roberta's skin, especially her neck and upper chest, which he had not adorned or draped with miscellany. He couldn't at that time though, discern the slight movement of the walrus tusk that Roberta could.

Roberta lay there, almost squirming, as she felt the ivory phallus slip further and further down between her legs. She was almost convinced that it also appeared to be feeling warmer as it slid over her now very puffy and glistening labia. The sensations now coursing through Roberta's body were so enticing, she was sure that if they continued, she would climax, and that would be really embarrassing she thought to herself, almost making herself giggle at the idea.

Max continued to duck from behind the canvas as he focussed on areas of the picture to quickly sketch then apply the broad outlines of brushstrokes. He could then spend time filling in the detail at a later date, but he wanted to make sure that he got enough of Roberta completed on this potentially one and only visit. As a result, he was scarcely aware of the dilemma that was rapidly overtaking his beautiful young muse.

It was the only thing on Roberta's mind, as the polished smooth tusk continued to inextricably slide lower between her legs. She couldn't believe that Max had not noticed and come to her rescue and was sure that should she move herself to correct it, or break Max's concentration by letting him know, he would not be very happy at all. So, she resigned herself to letting the object lose its position completely before anything might happen.

The tusk continued to move, slipping slowly yet relentlessly between Roberta's spread thighs, and to her uncertain surprise it appeared to be continuing to warm and also by some impossibility, to press down harder, splitting her engorged labia, and arouse her sensitive clitoris. Roberta was breathing much harder and becoming more flushed as this exquisite torture continued.

For the next five minutes or so Roberta continued to track the minute movement of the tusk, as it still slid down between her legs. But suddenly she gasped, as to her utmost disbelief the movement of the tusk changed.

By now, the tip of the tusk had worked its way down to just below Roberta's clitty, and she had breathed a sigh of relief, as the intense sensations that the tusk created, as it pressed against her sensitive bud, had stopped.

But to her horror the tip of the tusk appeared to be worming around as if looking for the opening of her vagina. Again, slowly and indeterminately, it located Roberta's streaming slit and began to gradually and deliberately force an entry into Roberta's passage.

Roberta gasped in surprise, how on earth could this inanimate object actually be seeking out, and trying to enter, her pussy. Immediately she looked up to see what, if any, was Max's response, only to find him still behind the easel, engrossed in his art.

Dumbfounded by what was happening to her as she lay there, Roberta attempted to wriggle away from the invading object. However, to her astonishment the tusk continued to squirm its way into her vaginal opening, slowly but surely gaining entry. Roberta was not a scientist, but she knew full well that this should not be happening, and that at some point she would 'waken up' from this to find it was all a dream.

But, she thought, if this was a dream, then why didn't she just lie back and enjoy herself. Perhaps she could imagine that it was Max who was fucking her.

So, rather than trying to fight off her insistent intruder, Roberta relaxed and inched her legs further apart to aid the tusks progress. Now she sighed and waited with trepidation to see what might happen.

As if the tusk could sense the change in Roberta's demeanour, it took advantage of the young woman's compliance and began to penetrate her pussy. Pushing aside Roberta's slick labia the steadily thickening shaft spread the walls of her love tunnel as it forged ahead. Roberta steadily drew in a lungful of air as she felt her cunt stretch to accept the strange dildo.

Roberta had no idea of how much of the tusk had entered her when it stopped moving, but she knew that the sensations she was feeling were exquisite. And then as the tusk began to withdraw Roberta whimpered silently with regret. But like a true lover the tusk was just preparing itself for further action. With the first couple of inches of the tusk now coated with Roberta's pungent pussy juice, and to Roberta's delight the tusk began to penetrate her once more.

Only this time it slid deeper, and expanded her pussy further than before, and Roberta felt her hips buck towards the spearing object as if desperate to accommodate it all. The young woman suddenly found herself breathing deeply as an extraordinarily erotic sensation coursed through her body. She was no virgin, and had been fucked by many men, but the sensations she was feeling from her pseudo prick, were like nothing she had ever felt before.

This second 'thrust' had buried nearly six inches of the tusk in Roberta's cunt, it felt sublime. Roberta relaxed even more allowing the feelings of lust wash over her. It felt so strange and unusual and naughty. She was being fucked by a dildo, right in front of someone she didn't even know, it roused all the exhibitionist feelings that she felt every time she performed.

There was no way Roberta could hide her excitement now, she let out a deep groan as the tusk once again appeared to slide out, then force its way back into her pussy. She was so close to climaxing; she had never come as quickly as this before. In fact, she rarely orgasmed at all when she was fucked by these 'special patrons' as instructed by the theatre owners, she always had to fake it.

Her groan did register with Max, and he looked out from behind his easel, a little concerned that perhaps his subject was finding the position a little more difficult to hold than he had imagined. However, the look of absolute bliss that was written across his model's face told a different story.

Hesitantly, Max took a couple of steps towards the chaise longue, unsure and a little bemused at why his model should be behaving as she was. He eyes obviously told the same story.

"Down there," motioned Roberta with her head towards her lower regions, as she still didn't want to move unless she upset Max's placement of the still life objects.

Slowly, Max's eyes moved down her adorned body, then it was his turn to groan as he saw all but the last two inches of the Tusk protruding from his model's pussy.

"What!... How!..." he stuttered, "How did it get there? When did you put it in?" he queried, shocked.

"I didn't!" squealed Roberta, in surprise and annoyance that Max could even think such a thing.

"It did it itself! I never touched it!" the young woman clarified.

Max stared at Roberta's crotch and the creamy white Tusk. It looked so erotic, the way Roberta's labia clung to the sides of the hard shaft, he had to paint it, draw it, something to capture the view.

Then, Roberta awoke him from his thoughts.

"Please take it out, it's going to make me cum," she whispered.

Max's eyes shot back to meet Roberta's; he couldn't believe that this beautiful young creature was getting such sexual pleasure from this object. But he couldn't remove it, he needed to capture it on canvas one way or another.

His face must have shown his pained expression, as Roberta suddenly looked at him concerned.

"What's wrong?" she asked quietly.

"It looks so beautiful," whispered Max, as his eyes glanced back down at Roberta's pussy, "I have to paint it," he added dreamily.

"Oh God!" groaned Roberta, as her eyes had just been drawn to movement in the front of Max's smock where a significant bulge was showing, "Max, please just fuck me," she pleaded.

Max's mouth dropped open in shock, none of his previous models had ever offered themselves to him. He'd been too shy and embarrassed to take things further and thought if he did then they might warn their fellow dancers, and he'd get no more models.

Now this one, somehow or other, had managed to get his prop into her pussy, and was begging for him to fuck her. What was happening? Was it all a dream? And would he waken up to find she wasn't even there. Maybe he'd had too much Absinthe!

He closed his eyes, counted to three then opened them again. She was still lying there, her face and chest flushed, her breathing erratic and her hips undulating just slightly, as if urging him to take her.

She was such a beautiful delicate creature; he would be a fool not to accept her offer.

Quickly putting down his brushes and palette, he began to disrobe. Throwing his smock to one side, Roberta groaned again as she discovered her eyes had not deceived her, the front of his baggy trousers was also wonderfully tented, hinting of the pleasure that lay within. Grasping the collar of his shirt he yanked it up and over his head, at the same time shucking off his shoes, leaving only his trousers.

Roberta's eyes had barely left Max's crotch, hungry to see just what was hidden inside. The tusk buried in her pussy was no longer moving, but did somehow or other appear to be vibrating, or maybe it was actually her own pussy that was vibrating as her excitement grew.

Undoing the cord around the top of his trousers, Max eased them down over his hips and legs. Stepping out of them, he stood in front of Roberta totally naked, as she now drank in his fine physique.

He was no David, quite a bit skinnier, and due to his rather impoverished lifestyle, there wasn't an ounce of fat on him, but in Roberta's eyes he looked beautiful, and between his legs he had a good-sized cock that she also hoped would soon be replacing the hard creamy tusk currently embedded in her pussy.

For a ridiculously long period of time nothing happened, and they just stared at each other, too shy to make the next move. So, Roberta decided she should take the lead.

"Perhaps, if you removed some of your items, we might take this further," she suggested, supressing a giggle.

Suddenly Max came to life, and regardless of the item's fragility, it was cast across the room in his haste to uncover Roberta.

Soon, all that was remaining was a string of pearls, that he had earlier draped across her breasts, and the tusk still burrowed into her pussy.

Now being able to move Roberta stretched out a little, loosening off her muscles and joints that had been cramping as she had held her pose. She moved more onto her back, easing up her left leg a bit as well, so that she could part her legs further, to allow Max greater access.

But Max appeared transfixed by the carved ivory phallus tenderly held by Roberta's labia. His desire to pick up his sketch pad and commit the scene to paper was intense.

"Max?" whispered Roberta, trying to get his attention, "Don't just look at it, please take it out and fuck me," she insisted, with a little more urgency.

Hesitantly, Max reached out and grasped the three inches or so of the object that was visible and gently began to pull it out. However, to both his and more importantly Roberta's surprise it would not budge. Max released the tusk and looked worried at Roberta. He didn't want to hurt her by pulling more strongly but couldn't understand why it would not withdraw.

More importantly, he was desperate to fuck this beautiful young creature, and the tusk made it impossible, or so he thought.

Roberta looked at Max in despair, she too wanted this man to fuck her although the artificial dildo was so nice. Then she had a thought.

If Max could not remove the tusk, could he fit inside it?

It was bigger than his cock, and it was hollow. But how hollow? Would Max's cock slide inside? And how smooth was it? Would it hurt his penis?

In Roberta's mind, there was only one way to find out, and she was getting more desperate.

"Max would your cock fit inside it?" gasped Roberta, her eyes imploring the young artist to try.

Max looked at her aghast, it sounded like such a weird suggestion, but in their combined lust and desperation he was willing to try anything.

Looking worryingly at Roberta, Max climbed onto the chaise longue, between Roberta's legs, his eyes darting between Roberta's own pleading ones and the creamy white end of the tusk as it protruded from her pussy.

Roberta couldn't wait any longer, the dildo had her on such a climactic high she needed fucking 'properly', and didn't really care how. Raising slightly, she reached down her body and grasped Max's hard shaft in her hand, gently tugging it towards her crotch. With her other hand she reached for the end of the tusk, so that she could guide the end of Max's cock into the hollow end. She knew he could have done that himself but couldn't wait any longer.

As she felt the tip of Max's cock brush her other hand, she fed it between her fingers and into the tusk, watching Max's face intently should he experience any pain. Instead, his face lit up with pleasure.

He had been expecting a cold hard, possibly even rough surface to rub against the sides of his cock, but instead he felt a warm, soft, welcoming tightness encompass his shaft. The more he eased his cock in the more it seemed to grasp his flesh and pull him in. It felt exquisite.

The tusk took all his cock easily, the hollow end soon pressing against his pubic bone, and he grinned at Roberta as she gasped at the new sensations she was feeling as Max had pushed his length into the false dildo.

But what would happen next? Max had been unable to pull it out with his hands, what would happen if he tried to withdraw his cock? Would the tusk remain stationary, and he would effectively fuck the tusk, or would the squeezing he felt from the tusk on his cock allow it to move in and out of Roberta's pussy. He knew what he thought would happen, and he knew what he hoped would happen, and they were different. So, which would it be?

Roberta answered for him.

"Fuck me, Max!" she pleaded, "Fuck me with the tusk!"

Taking a deep breath, Max began to withdraw his cock, and to his amazement the tusk withdrew as well. It was as if it was glued to his cock, as if he had a penis extension on, making his cock at least half as big again.

Roberta groaned as she felt the hard shaft slide along her tunnel as it withdrew, then wailed and arched her back as Max pushed steadily back in.

Max paused when fully in, watching Roberta's face, to make sure she was OK. As she opened her eyes, she saw his concern and grinned.

"That feels amazing, fuck me!" she whispered, and she wrapped an arm round his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.

Max pulled out again, and thrust back, and for some unbelievable moment thought he could feel the tusk around his cock squeeze and pulse as if had just climaxed. But he didn't stop, then sensations he was feeling in his cock, and the obvious pleasure Roberta was receiving spurred him on and slowly and steadily he increased his pace.

Within a minute, Roberta was whimpering and trembling as a small orgasm exploded in her body. Instinctively, she lifted her legs and wrapped them round Max's waist, holding him tightly in her as they rocked faster and faster together.

As this first orgasm burst on her, Roberta felt the next building behind, and it was going to be bigger. Like waves coming crashing onto the shore, one began to follow the next, and the tide was obviously coming in as the waves just kept getting bigger and bigger.

For Max, it was almost as if the tusk had taken control, and although he was sure it was him who was doing the thrusting in and out, he almost thought he wasn't in control. However, he didn't really care, each time Roberta climaxed he was taken to the edge of his own ejaculation, only to be expertly brought back down. He could feel his spunk coursing along his tubes, but without release, filling what he thought must have been a massive reservoir. His whole body was on fire.

Neither knew how long they had fucked like that, it could have been seconds, hours, or minutes, but it was so fucking pleasurable, neither had experience anything like it.

Their bodies were coated with sweat, and their breaths ragged, as they moved onto their next peaks. But this time relief was at hand.

As Roberta's climax exploded, her body jerked and thrashed under Max's slight weight, she sobbed and wailed in ecstasy, her fingernails clawing at his back, drawing blood as they dug in through his skin.

This triggered Max to blast his pent-up spunk from his cock. He lost count, not that he had even started, of the number of times his cock pulsed and spasmed as it shot his thick white goo from his cock. He expected to feel it being squeezed out from the sides of the tusk but felt nothing except intense relief and pleasure that at last he had been able to unload as he collapsed down onto Roberta's body.

*****

Rebecca was breathing heavily, and her own body was afire as she read the last paragraph of Roberta's entry. Roberta had explained that she had awoken from her dream as she herself had climaxed, to find the tusk once again inserted in her pussy and the paint brushes scattered around her on the bed. Had she dreamt it all, or had she experienced it! It frightened her, but it also excited her, and she finished by saying that she couldn't wait to get her next letter from James.

Rebecca put the diary down. She was breathing heavily herself and felt that if she had touched her pussy or clit she might had cum on the spot. A smile spread over her lips; she couldn't wait for James's next letter either!