Finding Goddess

"This is the place."

"

This

is the place?"

Carol and Henrietta had to just about peel their jaws off the floor as the car pulled into the parking lot where the strangest building they ever saw awaited them. To call it a building, though, would be like calling Mount Everest a hill. For one thing, it didn't look like it had been built, but carved out of stone. Not just any stone either, but from a great boulder in the Senora Desert, if the fiery hue it was gleaming with was anything to go by. Narrow windows lined the walls without betraying what lied within. Stone columns akin to those built by the architects of Rome held the roof up on either side of the entranceway. And to the back rose a great stepped pyramid that could have easily belonged to the Incas had it not been constructed of the same reddish stone as the rest of the temple. It was like someone had taken the ruins of multiple ancient civilizations from all across the globe and mashed them into a single structure.

But as bizarre as all of that was, none of it held a candle to the many images of nude female figures that decorated the whole thing. They were carved into the walls, on the columns, as archways over the windows, and even as gargoyles on the rooftop. Some seemed to be on guard like sentinels, others almost looked to be staring enticingly at the viewer with hunger in their blank eyes, and others looked as though they were committing, or about to commit, even more lewd acts with each other or themselves. It was definitely beyond what could be presented in public as proper art.

"What is this?" Carol asked as she gazed upon the building from where she sat in the backseat.

"This is the New Deastone Temple of Zenriah," said Maisie, who was sitting next to her. "Our main place of worship."

"Looks...interesting," said Henrietta, though it was clear that wasn't the first word that had come to her mind.

As the three women exited the car, Maisie turned to the only clothed member of their troop with a serious expression. "Now, before we proceed, you have to understand that this is a holy place. We Zenrists venerate the female body in all its perfection, and as such, we insist that women only enter in their perfect states."

"So you mean...I have to be nude?"

"Exactly."

"I see. Guess I should have figured." Henrietta paused and brought a finger to her lips as she took a moment to mull things over.

Maisie nodded sympathetically at her. "If you don't want to, I suppose we could—"

"No, no! I'll do it, I'll do it! I want to see what this religion is all about too. And besides...it has been kind of strange walking around with clothes on next to you two nudies."

Quickly, she set about taking her clothes off, pulling her blue summer blouse over her head and slipping her denim shorts down her legs. Hastily, she stowed them in the car, and then reached behind her to set about taking off her bra. However, the moment her thumbs hooked onto the strap of her bra, she stopped again and started nervously nibbling on her lip as doubt started to leave its mark on her face.

Carol could only shake her head at her girlfriend. Henri was no prude, she didn't have any inhibitions whenever she was in the company of friends or lovers, and she made it no secret that she greatly enjoyed Carol's near constant nudity whenever they were together in either of their homes. But being around a crazy nudist like Carol hadn't rubbed off on her; Henrietta still had the old taboos that society drilled into its citizens. She was shy being undressed around strangers, and likely paralyzed about the prospect of being nude in public. Carol honestly didn't know what her problem was. Henrietta looked good in her 36-year-old body, sporting some impressive D-cup breasts that stood out especially well on her slim figure, and bearing a healthy tan that went well with her wavy auburn hair. She honestly didn't think Henrietta had anything to be ashamed of. But alas...

After appearing to take a moment to steel herself, the underwear-clad woman looked like she was about ready to unhook her bra, when a motorcycle suddenly blazed down the road past them, its engine roaring like an angry beast! It would have sent most birds flying, most mice scurrying, and most half-naked women into hiding. And true to form, Henrietta hid, diving behind her car with an appropriately mousy squeak!

"You don't need to be afraid," said Maisie. "Women come and go here naked all the time, even non-Zenrists. No one's going to raise a fuss if they see you naked around a Temple of Zenriah."

"That's...not the problem," mumbled Henrietta.

"She's not like us," said Carol. "She's afraid of being seen naked."

"Ah," said Maisie. "If it's that big an issue for you, then I guess you could finish stripping down right outside the entrance. No one'll see you there."

"Really? Um, okay, I'll do that then. That sounds reasonable."

After making sure no other cars would be coming, Henrietta darted to the entrance where her two nude companions were waiting for her. However, she didn't have time to take a deep breath to mentally prepare herself, for Maisie seized the hem of her white panties and yanked them down her legs the moment she stopped moving.

"Hey! What are you doing?" she cried.

"Just getting this over with," giggled the blonde. "You got a pretty nice butt if I do say so myself. Could use a bit more color though; all-over tans are so much more sexy than lines."

"Good plan," Carol added with a wry smirk. "Think I'll help you!" And in one swift motion, she unhooked her friend's bra and whipped it off her before she realized what was going on.

"What the...Carol, not you too!"

"Heh, heh, yes, me too!" Now that she was getting more and more familiar with this town's nudity laws and was well aware that she was in no legal danger as long as she had Maisie with her, the nervousness Carol felt earlier was swiftly dissipating. And with it, she was starting to feel a twinge of her younger and more mischievous self again. The version of her that found many more excuses to revel in her nudity. And the version of her that thought it was high time to give Henrietta some much needed payback.

"Now that we're all proper and naked, let's head inside already" said Maisie as she pushed the double doors open.

Carol expected to find a great many things behind those doors. Rows of seats set before an altar. Maybe some musical instruments of sorts, like an organ. Statues and shrines for people to pray to. Paintings and tapestries of whatever iconography this religion had, like that tattoo Maisie bore. And of course, there would have to be a box or something where you would drop your monetary donations into. No place of worship would be complete without one of those.

But she did not expect to see this. A large, open circular room, so ambiently lit, it might as well have been illuminated with candles. Gossamer pink drapes hanging here and there from the ceiling to give the impression that the whole place was some kind of canopy bed. A plush red quilt running from one end of the room to the other and dotted with pillows that seemed to be strewn about and stacked on top of each other with no apparent rhyme or reason. But what she most definitely did not expect to find was the vast lake of female flesh.

She didn't know how many girls there were, it was impossible to see them all, but there had to be at least a couple dozen of many shapes and sizes. There were slender girls and there were curvy girls. There were pixie-cut girls and there were Rapunzel-haired girls. There were light girls and there were dark girls. There were flat girls and there were busty girls. There were naked girls and...

There were only naked girls. Not a single woman present was wearing a scrap of clothing. They were all naked. Naked as jaybirds. Naked as the days they were born. Naked as...as...as Carol herself! And they were all just lying still, peaceful and content in their nakedness and the nakedness of their fellow girls, wrapped up in each other's arms. She could just walk up to them, lie her naked body down amongst them, and let them envelop her eternally in their warm embrace.

With one hand on her breast and the other creeping to her crotch, which was beginning to tingle with arousal again, Carol stepped forward, intent on doing just that.

"Hmmm, mraauueerrr!" went off a husky, cat-like purr behind her.

"Wh-what the...?" Henrietta gasped in response.

"Ahhhh..." murmured another voice, softer than the last and as sweet as honey.

"Oh God!" Henrietta whimpered, not in surprise, not in fear, but in arousal. "Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh—"

Carol looked behind her to see what was bothering her. She was treated to the sight of her naked red-haired friend engulfed from the waist down not by one, not by two, but three equally naked lovelies. One girl with a mop of chocolate hair was embracing her left leg, running her chest up and down it, between the valley of her breasts. Another girl was hugging her right leg, looking directly up into Henrietta's eyes as she tasted the older woman's bare flesh with long, lecherous licks of her tongue. The final girl had her head buried in Henri's crotch, and by the way it was grinding smooth, graceful circles into it, and moaning damply in between breaths, it was clear she was going in deep, deep inside the redheaded woman, and enjoying it thoroughly.

"Henri?" Carol whispered, confused as to what was happening. Where did those girls come from? How did they come alive so fast? She could have sworn they were asleep when she came in.

"Ohhh-oh-ho! Gaaaawwwwwwwd!" Henrietta uttered, before she was pulled to the floor. As she was laid down on her back, the girls descended upon her like a swarm, covering her body with their own until there was no sign that she was there and had ever been there, save for the swaying, rippling motions of three nubile bodies grinding upon her.

"Henri?" Carol said again.

"Ce-Celeste!" Maisie called out ahead of Carol. "My love! I-I come...with seekers! I —OH!"

Carol whipped her gaze away from where Henrietta had been just in time to see more naked girls pulling Maisie to the floor with them. The blonde did nothing to stop them; she allowed herself to melt in their grasp until she was little more than another expanse of writhing naked flesh in the pile.

What's going on?

Things were moving too fast for Carol to comprehend. She came to this temple to learn about Zenrism, but it seemed like all she was about to do was partake in some kind of lesbian orgy. Bare naked flesh was all around her in quantities she never thought she'd see in person, the unmistakable moans of sexual pleasure were filling her ears, and she could smell and

taste

the aroma of growing ecstasy with every breath she took. It was...it was like any moment, now, she'd be pulled into a pile herself, just like her friends had been! She could already feel the fingers snaking around her waist, ready to yank her to the ground and completely envelop her. And she was quite certain she would not be able to resist either...

Two great mounds of warmth pressed into Carol's bare back as something, or rather someone, pulled her into a tight embrace from behind. Her buttocks quivered and clenched as soft hairs lightly brushed against them, tickling them slightly. The stranger prodded lightly into her hair and inhaled deeply, almost as though she was sniffing it. And then, after breathing hotly on Carol's earlobe, which elicited another shiver from the single mother, the figure giggle huskily.

"You better take care wandering into the middle of a Gathering, childe," she whispered in a voice as smooth as silk and wet as dew. "It has a gravity of its own that can pull even the most accomplished woman into its depths."

"Who...who are you?" Carol asked, suddenly feeling like she had become the smallest person in the world, though she had not the slightest clue why she felt that way.

The figure's face hovered into view from the side, and Carol all of a sudden found herself looking into two dark orbs surrounded by what she guessed was a mane of liquid fire. "I am Celeste. And I think you and I need to have a more private talk...Caroline Connors."