Kathryn gazed longingly at the smooth cool surface of her obsession. The pale marble chest tucked nicely just below the nipples before rippling down the abdomen. The milky white thighs muscled wonderfully framing the erect shaft upon which her eyes lingered. Kathryn had first seen the statue of Etherus three weeks ago, she was quite startled how it's manhood was proudly erect highly unlike most Greek Mythological works, his heightened state may have been explained by the Plaque placed at his feet; Etherus God of Excess, Desire, Lust and Love "Perhaps He will prove the world's destruction This lone God of Fire. He the voice of seduction And Lord of all desire Wears His many faces fair. Each more beautiful then the last But who can trust the God of Lust Or pay the price He asks?" From that day forward Kathryn had been hooked. She returned constantly to look upon the fair, youthful, rogue of a god and try and surmise what was unsaid about him in the miniscule museum writings. Kathryn also observed the other patrons shamefully hoping to catch their reaction to his manhood, but so far to no avail, it was as if that was her own little secret. It wasn't her only secret however, something happened to Kathryn when she sat looking at the statue. She presumed it was an active imagination brought on by thinking about the God of lust, but her imaginings seemed to take on clearer more excessive themes everyday. Kathryn usually showed up about 4:30 and stayed until closing at 6. It always seemed to be around 5:30 when the place cleared out and her musings would begin. The first seemed relatively harmless. Kathryn had pictured herself alone in a wooded land, stripping in the bushes in order to skinny dip in a small pool. Once in the water she had sensed she was being watched and instead of fear it had excited her greatly. Feigning a rest she had pulled herself out upon a sun drenched rock and used her hands to stroke the water from her skin. A slight gasp as her fingers slipped across her breasts seemed to be answered by a playful laugh. Naughtiness ran rampant in her brain and she had finished the vision masturbating wildly upon the rock for all to see. The vision had faded and Kathryn had found herself breathing heavily, her pulse quickened and her body aroused and moist. Checking her watch she had just made it out of the museum before closing time. The same basic scenario played out several times over the following few weeks, She would arrive and sit, slipping eventually into a trance like state in which she imagined many wild and varied things. The focus of each episode was always more erotic, nasty , or perverted than Kathryn had ever imagined herself being. One time she was the pivotal member of a wild Roman orgy, in another she was a captive that was constantly taken and used by her jailer, still another saw her offering herself as the main course at a formal dinner starting with the beautiful mistress of the house. She had only been interrupted once. Kathryn had been the featured entertainment at a nude costume party. She would go from guest to guest offering anything they desired. She had been sitting in front of a rather lecherous older gentleman, masturbating for him when the dream abruptly ended. She had come too sitting on the marble bench in front of the statue, her right hand was in her lap and her skirt had been slid high enough to gain access. Kathryn was mortified to realize that she had been actually acting out the fantasy as it passed, her panties were soaked and she was certain she could smell her exertions lightly on the air. Kathryn had barely taken a breath when a gentleman had entered the Greek Mythology room. She had no choice but to remain still hoping that her coat in her lap hid her hand beneath it. Kathryn feigned thoughtful study and labored mightily to control her post stimulus breathing. The man seemed to look at her far more often than the statues. He made his way around the room and eventually behind Kathryn, giving her the opportunity to remove her hand. She waited a few more minutes then began to stand after noticing him returning on the other side of the room. She bent to grab her purse before he interrupted her. "Excuse me, um, Miss." Kathryn turned toward him reluctantly but put on her best smile nonetheless. He continued, "Um yes, well you see I couldn't help noticing how ravishing you are and , well, I was wondering if you might fancy a cup of tea?" Kathryn was taken aback, expecting condemnation rather than the offer of a date. She coughed slightly and answered, "How very nice of you but you see I hardly know you and.." "Thomas Anderson", He interrupted, putting his hand out with a cheerful smile. Kathryn smiled and before she realized what she was doing had reached out with her hand, the hand that had been so naughtily busy before Thomas had arrived. "Kathryn, Kathryn Brown" she began, "I am sorry Mr. Anderson but….. I …. am married." She finished haltingly as he lifted her hand and kissed it lightly seeming to appreciate doing so as if it was made of the finest Cognac. "Ah, I see. Well that certainly wouldn't do now would it?" he asked lightly. "It was a great pleasure to make you acquaintance however, do have a good evening." And he strode from the room as happily as if she had said yes. That had been just a few day's ago, tonight Kathryn's story was to take yet another twist. She had arrived at 5:50 to a room empty of all patron's. She sat on a corner bench up near the front hoping that Security would once again fail to sweep the room before closing up. It seemed she could hear her own pulse as she sat waiting, finally to be rewarded with the ominous boom of the big heavy front doors, and the main lights going dark. Kathryn sat patiently waiting, for another half hour to make sure she was truly alone. The only light in the room was the one illuminating her statue, making it's alabaster body seem to glow from within. It was it's body she had just been fully appreciating. Kathryn stood and walked over to stand in front of the life size statue, It's eyes seemed to lock onto hers as the corner's of his mouth where frozen in that playful grin of one who knows more than the rest. Reaching out she flattened her hand upon his cool chest, the marble smooth to the touch, not resisting at all as she slowly felt the perfect pectoral beneath. Kathryn had to tell herself to breath as nothing happened upon her touch. Momentarily she felt silly and almost turned to go before whispers of lewd thoughts drifted through her mind. Kathryn stepped back and let her overcoat slip from her shoulders, after a quick look around her simple black cotton dress also slid down her long legs to puddle around her heels. Left only in stockings and heels Kathryn stepped forward and up upon the pedestal of Etherus. Sliding a hand around his neck she turned her head to place her lips fully upon the lips of the young god, reality and fantasy seemed entwined as she imagined their tongues dancing crazily together. His lips felt tender and warm and his technique playful and teasing. Etherus's manhood pressed boldly into her soft abdomen, she felt a strong pull lightly cupping her ass when she pushed quickly back suddenly frightened. There stood Etherus Just as before frozen in the pose he had worn for more than a century. Kathryn looked down and marveled at the care the creator had taken in the upright appendage, every ripple, every vein, had been meticulously carved, making it seemed to pulse with realism. She reached out and grasped it gingerly quite shocked at the width, her tiny fingers unable to touch on top. The marble was warm, she supposed from pressing against her and she dropped slowly down to take it into her mouth. A little at first and slightly further each stroke. Kathryn was amazed that she could feel no trace of the porous marble other than in the unyielding hardness. She stood trembling slightly and once again looked around nervously. She had reached her point of no return. With one hand around mighty Etherus's neck, She stood completely on tiptoe, lifted her left leg and straddled his cock. Gently she slipped its girth between the velvety petals of her moist pussy, her wetness coating the ancient marble. Stopping with it only a little way inside Kathryn wrapped her legs about his torso and used them to rise up before sliding down a little further. Gradually, she took his massive shaft deeper and deeper inside. Kathryn closed her eyes and let her head fall back, her hair dangling as she rode the elicit godling, the rise and fall becoming automatic seeming to need no work from her at all. She could almost feel a gentle pulsing in the rigid marble as it took her again and again. It seemed to reach spots and cause sensations she had never experienced and soon she was overwhelmed. The rush came from deep inside, shooting up her spine, erupting from her nipples as she felt them brush his cool chest, finally to burst within her head in wave after wave of orgasm. Kathryn rested her forehead against his shoulder, every movement sending white hot sparks through her over sensitized sex, as the unspent shaft still worked it's magic inside her, magic that was quickly becoming tortuous pleasure as she sought a moment's break from stimulation. She reached a leg down momentarily taken him even deeper before finding purchase to lift herself off, once free she swung her other leg around to get down but found herself pressed against Etherus from behind. The slick shaft pressed tightly along the crack of her ass. Kathryn side and felt herself bent forward aligning herself to be taken once again. Her sex opened as the tip slipped up and down along it welcoming it once again into warm embrace of womanhood. Kathryn's eyes rolled in her head as she struggled to match the thrusting without falling forward. She gratefully welcomed the gently tugging on her hair as it helped her keep her feet. The firmness of the rough grip on her left hip was the first sensation to make it past Kathryn's pleasure filled mind, and even then it was too late. The arrival of her second orgasm quickly washed away her fear of being fucked by this impossible partner. Kathryn bucked, lifting back and pressing herself against the perfection of her lover's chest, she felt his lips pressing against her neck as the stone hands cupped her breasts, rolling and tugging the nipples with a gentleness unexpected from a living rock. The right hand slid downward splaying out to hold her close as she felt the massive body bend slightly forward then with a final thrust hold her tightly. Kathryn felt the cock in her swell yet bigger before rhythmically bathing her insides with its godly seed. She swooned as her orgasm was intensified with the insistent pulsing of her lover's shaft, every few seconds Etherus would bend his legs before thrusting yet again to empty himself completely. Kathryn had no more strength. She felt Etherus holding her up as he slipped from within her, she then felt what could only be a still erect cock as he slid it up and down along the crack of her ass. Kathryn gave herself to his will even when she felt him scooping their juices from her pussy and rubbing them on the tight entrance to her ass. She wanted him to stop but was to worn out to do anything about it. He placed the tip against her and began to slowly push inside her, Kathryn felt herself begin to open and then she slipped quietly into unconsciousness. Kathryn slowly opened her eyes and blinked trying to focus them. She was stiff and a little sore and hadn't quite figured out exactly where she was. The room took on a sharper focus and she realized the coolness pressing against her cheek was the statue Etherus. She was sitting at his feet with her back against one of his legs. Rubbing her eyes she turned her head and noticed that Etherus's proud manhood was now hanging properly spent but no less impressive in size in it's flaccid state. The tip held a single drop of pearly fluid and looking down Kathryn was transfixed by the splash upon her shoulder and the thin alabaster streak where the drip had slid down her breast. The lights in the museum came suddenly to full power. Glancing at the clock, Kathryn realized she had only minutes until opening. Sliding quickly into her dress and gathering her overcoat Kathryn tried her best to arrange herself and look as if she had just arrived. She was just sitting upon the bench when she heard feet on the tiled hall. An older man walked in and nodded to Kathryn in greeting. His eyes widened slowly and he seemed to take a second more careful look at her. Kathryn smiled and anxiously turned her head hoping he would go about his business. He did not. "Excuse me miss." His voice seemed loud in the silence of the museum as he walked closer. "Excuse me," he started again as Kathryn slowly turned to acknowledge him. "Ahhhhh yes, I see." He finished as Kathryn wondered silently what he was talking about. The caretaker began undoing his trousers. "What are you doing! Kathryn exclaimed with as much courage as she could muster. "Hush now Missy." He admonished her with the soothing of a grandfather. "We both no what you have been about here last night." Kathryn froze, her hand coming to her mouth trying to decide how best to answer. "You're not the first you see, I recon you are about the fifth since I started. It took me three before I figured out what was happening, young ladies already inside before the museum opened looking all disheveled. I was quiet confused till I installed the camera's." Kathryn looked up shamefully; Sure enough the little black camera in the corner of the room was focused right on the statue. "Now we can go about this a few ways." He said to her sternly. "You can take care of a lonely old man right now, then walk out of here free and clear, or we can review the tape and see if there are any talents you have that may truly interest me. Otherwise I will just call the police and let you explain why you were in my Museum all night." "No, no please I… I'll do the first." She pleaded dropping her eyes as she slipped off the bench onto her knees. The caretaker came forward his cock dangling in front of Kathryn's face. She glanced at the statue it seemed to be watching amusedly as she reached out and took hold of him. He had a respectable cock for an older guy and Kathryn quickly bent to her task giving him long solid strokes into her mouth. The caretaker reached out and stroked her hair several times before taking hold and really getting into the act. He kept muttering about nasty little girls doing naughty things in his museum. The way he phrased them made Kathryn realize that he had a particular fixation on naughty girls and she used that to her advantage. Opening her eyes big and wide she slipped him from her mouth, rubbed him along her cheek and pleaded "Please don't punish me Sir, I promise never to be Naughty again." His eyes seemed to roll back in his head and as Kathryn took him in again he seemed to thrust harder. "I should think not missy! Not at all the way a girl should act. "Down.….. right…. shameful." He spat as his words came slower and slower. Kathryn knew he was close and soon felt to the tell tale presence of his cock swelling for release. He yanked her hair holding her face tightly to his abdomen. Stream after stream of salty cum rushed into her mouth as Kathryn struggled not to choke. The caretaker grunted with every shot, finally overwhelming Kathryn's ability to take it all. Some burst out of the side of her lips to drip down her chin and neck. He held her tightly still sliding out just enough and ordered her to swallow. Kathryn did and he finally turned her loose. Kathryn dropped to her hands and coughed, taking a moment to catch her breath. Looking up she saw the caretaker tucking himself into his pants, he smiled and said "Thanks Missy, take a moment and wipe your lips before you leave. I keep the tapes as insurance against you turning me in but I promise it will see no ones eyes but mine on occasion when I am in the mood."With that he turned and left. Kathryn got to her feet and arranged her clothes once again then walked quickly from the room. At the first opportunity, she dove into the ladies room to set herself straight. Looking in the mirror she realized what the man had been saying, looking back at her was her face looking slightly younger, hair out of sorts with a definite bunch where he had grabbed, and two very alabaster lips reminiscent of her midnight activities and only slightly worn off by the caretaker's cock.