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 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.