swim "suits".

Your eyes bask in the glory of the female form, shifting from one goddess's body to the next as the three girls pose before you.

Jenn selected a silver french-cut bikini for Mandy, the tiny pieces of fabric held together by dental floss could only be called a "suit" in the loosest of terms. Her "Eat Me, Drink Me" tattoo right above her slit peeked out at the sides and top of the thin fabric. The top did nothing for containment or support of her nice tits. It was designed only to hold two triangles of fabric in place, with the straps crossing her chest and tying around her neck. Nothing was left to the imagination on that swimsuit, right down to the outlining of her pussy lips and clit by the clingy material.

Ellen had a less dangerous piece, but it was sheer white. You reach out and touch the fabric, seeing that it is the same material that t-shirts are made of.

"That'll be transparent in the water," you mumble, your dick tenting your boxers even more.

"Exactly," Jenn said. "It's meant for tanning, not for swimming," she added with a devilish wink.

Ellen's pussy lips were barely contained by the fabric as it was, but when she shifted her weight, she winked at you and you watched her pussy clench and unclench, the fabric sucking into the cleft of her slit, and already it was turning clear as her juices soaked into it. The top was more modest than her sister's, but not by much, and it wouldn't matter the second they hit the showers anyway.

"I like it," you say, your fingers reaching out and stroking the material against Ellen's cunt. She purred for a second and then giggled and backed away.

"All right, Scott, she's had enough action with your fist rocking in and out of her all morning," Ellen said, probably louder than she should have. She blushses slightly when she realizes the volume of her voice and you turn and look. Two more girls are standing by the bank of lockers you are near, an Asian girl and a Native American; both seem to be enjoying the swimsuit show.

You move your eyes over to Jenn, who is looking smoking hot in a black one-piece. There aren't any sides to the suit; it is just a tube of spandex with a hole for her neck and a cunt-hugging bottom. She turns slowly for you and you notice it is cut wickedly thin in the back, the crotch becoming string-thin through her ass and disappearing between her little pale cheeks. Her red hair looks even better against the black fabric and her nipples stand proud on her tits as they are dangerously close to springing out the side. A low whistle escapes your lips and she winks and blows you a kiss.

"You girls look good enough to eat," Mandy said, her words almost catching in her throat.

"Just what I was thinking," the rest of you responded at the same time. Your cock throbbed heavily in your pants, needing release from its confines if not blowing your load already.