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.

