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 TITLE: Young Triplet Wives
PART: 1 of 1
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MFFF 1st F1st cons piv size rom
SUMMARY: Lightning may not strike twice, but in this case, true love
strikes not only twice but three times!

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   Al checked Facebook again.  Still no update from the triplets.  It was
very odd; the 18 year old girls usually peppered their pages with updates,
yet none of them had posted anything in more than 12 hours.  He hoped
nothing was wrong with them.

   The 30-something man had known Lucy, Lacey, and Lily since they were
infants.  He'd moved in next to their mothers - a lesbian couple - and
befriended them, being a friend and mentor as they grew.  A year ago, right
after the triplets turned seventeen, their mothers got an opportunity in
France, and so Al and the triplets had bid each other a sad farewell.

   They still corresponded regularly through Facebook though.  Unlike most
kids of their generation, none of the three girls was given to selfies, so
he hadn't had a chance to see how they'd grown in the past almost-year, but
was instead treated to pictures of just about everything else.

   And today was their eighteenth birthday.  There were many well-wishes on
their Facebook walls, including from him, but none of the girls had
responded.  He'd texted Elle Walker, their mother, and received no
response. He was just pondering texting Elle again, when the doorbell rang.
He checked his attire - an unbuttoned shirt and long jean shorts;
acceptable, he decided - and opened his door.

   In Sicily, they have a word that translates to 'thunderbolt'.  The
phenomenon refers to a man seeing a woman and being totally overcome by a
force far stronger than mere lust or infatuation: true love at first sight.

   Not one, but three, girls stood on his front step.  An inch taller than
he remembered, with long blonde hair that had once fallen to their waists
grown even longer, almost to their knees, framing adorable angelic faces
with plush kissable lips and big baby blue eyes.  Boobs the size and shape
of perky oranges pushed out their identical pink blouses.

   Lightning crackled through Al's brain and body, love pure and
untarnished sizzled through his veins.  And the girls, looking at the man
they'd known all their lives, were caught in the same 'thunderbolt'.  Their
nipples hardened visibly through their blouses, their eyes dilated, their
mouths hung slightly ajar.

   For a long infinite moment, they stared wordlessly at each other,
overcome and enraptured.  "Girls?!" Al finally managed to sputter.

   That broke the spell, and the girls giggled and squealed, crowding into
his arms as he embraced all three of them.  "We're home, Al!"

   "Home?  For good?" he asked, smelling the sweet fragrance of their hair.

   "Yep," Lacey said.  Even after almost a year, he could still tell all
three of them apart, a feat not even their mothers could always pull off.

   "I knew the people renting your place had moved out," Al looked towards
the house next door, "but I had no idea you guys were coming back!  And
happy birthday!" The girls squealed again and plastered his face with sweet
kisses.  They didn't want to let him go, and not just because they had
missed him; new love surged through them, and he felt the same way.

   "Let me take you out to eat," he said.  They all piled into his car, and
he rolled the top down, letting the summer wind blow freely.  They
complained about the wind messing up their hair, and he grinned, saying
that they looked even lovelier with wind-tossed hair.

   At the diner, Lucy sat on his lap while Lily and Lacey snuggled into his
sides, and they all devoured hamburgers, fries, and ice cream while they
talked and talked and talked.  Two hours passed that way, yet it seemed
like mere minutes.  He took them back home, but didn't want to leave them,
and they were of like mind.  So he invited them into the house, and they
played board games: Ascension, Carcassonne, Castles of Mad King Ludwig.

   "As usual," Lily complained with no malice, her blue eyes twinkling,
"you win Ascension by miles."

   "Nuh-uh," Lacey retorted, "our combined score is more than his--"

   "Just barely!" Al protested.

   "--so that means WE win!"

   "Yeah!" Lily agreed enthusiastically.

   "Alright," Al laughed, "but since Lucy got more points than either of
you, that means SHE wins!" Lucy, the quietest of the three, lit up and
smirked at her sisters, who got their revenge by leaping upon her and
tickling her mercilessly.  She squealed for mercy, and Al dove in to
'help', which only intensified the tickling wars among all four of them.

   Finally though, the girls were drooping.  It was only mid-afternoon, but
they were jet-lagged; only their newfound love at first sight had kept them
energized these past few hours.  Alec picked up Lucy, and she wrapped her
arms and legs around him as she rested her head on his shoulder, and he
held Lacey and Lily's hands as he took them home.  They were perfectly
capable of walking next door themselves of course, but Al was loath to
leave them.

   Their lesbian mothers greeted Al enthusiastically, and put the sleepy
girls to bed, helping them into their pajamas.  Once they were abed, Elle
came out and told them they wanted Al to kiss them goodnight.  His heart
leapt, and he kissed their foreheads gently.  All three of them were
already fast asleep, and he watched them for a few moments, his chest
glowing with warmth and happiness.

   And he made a decision.

   He walked out to the living room, where the triplets' lesbian mothers
were sitting on the couch drinking coffee.  "Thanks for entertaining them,
Al," Yolette Walker, the 36 year old, smiled at him.  "They were looking
forward to seeing you the whole flight home."

   50 year old Elle Walker, who was the triplet girls' birth mother -
having been artificially inseminated years ago when she and her wife
Yolette had decided they wanted kids - looked searchingly into Al's face.
"What is it?" she asked astutely.  Despite being 50, the woman looked 21
years old, ironically seeming to be by far the younger of the two wives.

   Al sat down on the ottoman to look the lesbian women in the eye.  "I
want to marry the girls, if they'll have me."

   Elle and Yolette started, then grinned warmly at each other.  "I thought
I saw something familiar on their faces," Yolette giggled.

   "The same way Yolette and I looked when we first met," Elle explained.
"I was her new college swim coach.  We barely knew each other.  But when we
set eyes on each other--" The women looked at each other, their faces
flushed with lesbian lust.

   "Then you understand," Al said, smiling.

   "Of course," Elle nodded.  "But...  Al, can you support three unemployed
girls?"

   "Yes," Al confirmed.  "They won't ever have to work unless they want
to."

   "I knew you wrote some books," Yolette said, "but I didn't know you were
that successful."

   Al smiled modestly.  "I'm only modestly successful.  But - I've never
told you this, because I don't tell anyone - I'm a billionaire."

   Both women jerked in shock.  "What?!" Elle gaped.

   "By birth," he explained.  "My grandfather, my dad's dad, is a banker.
Worth tens of billions.  Set up billion-dollar trust funds for all his kids
and grandkids.  I don't need a mansion, so I just had that little house
built next door, and I keep mum about my wealth.  But your girls will never
want for anything."

   Elle and Yolette were clearly overcome.  "Al-- Thank you!" they
exclaimed, shaking his hand in amazement; their daughters would be
well-provided-for, and well-loved, for their whole lives!  "You have our
permission to propose to them.  I can guess what they'll say."

   "May I..." Al paused.  "May I stay until they wake?"

   The lesbian women smiled.  "Of course."

   "But," Elle added, "you get to help us unpack!" Al chuckled and began
assisting them with their luggage after they finished their coffee.  Over
the course of several hours, the house looked once again the way it had a
year ago, before they'd moved to France.  It was shortly before midnight
when Lucy, yawning, came into the kitchen in her pajamas.

   "Al?" she said sleepily, seeing him sitting at the table, writing the
next sequel to his Victorian steampunk fantasy book 'Mind Your Manners', on
his laptop.  His face lit up and he closed his laptop, coming to his feet.

   "Good morning, Lucy!" he said, gathering her up in his arms as she
laughed and rubbed noses with him.  Her face was flush with new, but deep,
love.

   "It's night time, silly," she teased him.

   "Morning is whenever you wake up," he countered.

   "Morning is when the sun wakes up," Lily and Lacey giggled, coming into
the kitchen in their matching pink pajamas as well.  They hugged him
closely, not wanting to let go.

   "Who cares about the sun?" Al retorted.  "I care about you girls." They
giggled together, burrowing into him.  "I...  I have something to ask you."

   All three girls looked at him inquisitively, big blue eyes bright and
shining.  Lucy seemed to be expecting this, elation threatening to burst
out upon her face.  "I love you," Al said, the words coming naturally
though he hadn't rehearsed them, "and I think you love me.  Lucy Marie,
Lily Grace, Lacey Rose..." He knelt to one knee, with all three girls still
holding onto him.  "Will you marry me?"

   There was a split-second of silence, before Lucy cried out joyously,
"YES!  Al, yes!"

   "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Lacey and Lily joined in, squealing in utter
bliss.  Lily puckered up, her face being nearest to Al's, and he leaned in,
but Lacey forestalled them.

   "Wait," Lacey said.  "You should kiss Lucy first." Lucy glowed at being
singled out, and Lacey explained.  "I've kissed lots of girls.  Lily's only
kissed me.  But Lucy's never kissed anyone.  She should be the first one
you kiss."

   Lucy's eyes lit up, but then she tilted her head.  "To make it extra
special," she said, "can my first kiss be at our wedding?" Al grinned and
rubbed noses with her, then with Lacey and Lily too.  He was in the clouds
with joy; he'd never imagined that he could know such love and happiness.

   He arranged the wedding of the girls' dreams, and did it in record time.
Obscene wealth had a way of quickening things.  In two weeks flat,
preparations were ready, two fun-filled weeks of Al and his three fiancees
spending time with each other, watching movies, playing games, swimming,
and reading aloud to each other.

   On the night before the wedding, Lily asked him, "Do you want to have
kids, Al?"

   He looked into their achingly lovely faces, and said, "No.  But if you
girls want to have kids, I'll raise them and love them."

   "Whew!" Lacey and her sisters breathed out.  "We don't want kids either.
Babies are cute, but they'll take our time away from you!"

   "My thoughts exactly," Al smiled, and he rubbed noses with all three of
them.

   "But," Lucy added softly, "the idea of you breeding us is hot." Al's
face flushed with desire, and the three girls giggled.

   "By the way," Lily said, "Charlie called.  Wants to know if you want a
bachelor party.  She said she'll strip for you if you want." Al blushed,
and his three fiancees giggled hysterically.  Charlene had been Al's
live-in fuckbuddy for two years, at which point she'd gone to university.
She and the girls had hit it off immediately upon meeting each other, and
were still friends today.

   "Pffft, I don't care if Al wants that or not," Lacey snorted.  "I sure
want to see her strip!" They ended up video chatting with Charlie in her
apartment a hundred miles away - where she'd gone for her career after
finishing her education - and she did a striptease on camera for all four
of them as they whooped and cheered.

   Needless to say, it was late in the night when they finally fell asleep,
the three girls snuggled up to Al on his couch.  Next door, Elle and
Yolette smiled knowingly, having not expected the girls to be home that
night.

   The day dawned bright and clear, and the three girls rubbed noses
goodbye with their fiance as they rushed back home to start getting
dressed. Al donned his tuxedo and drove down to the cathedral.  The clock
seemed to tick by interminably slowly, yet nothing could diminish his
happiness as he waited.  Decorations and arrangements were already in
place, and guests filled the pews as he stood in front of the altar.

   The wedding march began playing, and Al sucked in his breath as three
goddesses emerged into the sanctuary.  Lucy, Lily, and Lacey were clad in
identical dresses of white and pink that looked like they had come straight
out of a fairytale.  Roses bedecked their long blonde hair, and laces and
frills and other adornments Al couldn't begin to name covered their gowns.
Their mothers were inbetween each one, walking them down the aisle
together, and the three girls beamed at their groom as they stepped up to
the altar, all facing him as their mothers took their seats.

   The priest read the vows as the guests hushed.  Al and the triplets
couldn't look away from each other, love flushing their faces.  "Alexander
Benjamin Conroy," the priest finished, "do you take Lucy Marie Walker to be
your lawfully wedded wife?"

   "I do," he said, his voice firm and full of conviction.

   "Alexander Benjamin Conroy," the priest said again, "do you take Lily
Grace Walker to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

   "I do," he repeated, smiling.

   "Alexander Benjamin Conroy, do you take Lacey Rose Walker to be your
lawfully wedded wife?"

   "I do," and his affirmation was like a god uttering his dictum.

   The girls looked at him with shining eyes as the priest addressed them
each in turn.  "Lucy Marie Walker, do you take Alexander Benjamin Conroy to
be your lawfully wedded husband?"

   "I do," and her voice was soft and sweet.

   "Lily Grace Walker, do you take Alexander Benjamin Conroy to be your
lawfully wedded husband?"

   "I do," and her voice was firm and sure.

   "Lacey Rose Walker, do you take Alexander Benjamin Conroy to be your
lawfully wedded husband?"

   "I do," and her voice was sultry and foxy.

   "Then," the priest said, smiling at the pure love in their voices and
faces, "I pronounce you husband and wife, and wife, and wife.  You may kiss
the brides."

   Al raised Lucy's veil and bent down to kiss her as she tilted her face
up.  Their lips met, shocks thrilling through them at the contact.  Lucy's
whole body thrummed as sensual pleasure rolled across her in tidal waves,
and Al took her in his arms, she clutching him as they kissed passionately.

   The room erupted in cheers and applause as Al kissed Lily next, followed
by Lacey.  At the reception, they danced together, and ate together, and
cut the cake together, and drank champagne together - the first time Lucy
had ever had any alcohol, and only the second time for Lily; Lacey had
sneaked glasses out of her mothers' stock before when kissing her
girlfriends in France.

   That night, Al carried them across the threshold of his home, now their
home, one by one.  The house was the same house the girls knew, yet
different, now that it was theirs, and they couldn't stop smiling.  He
carried Lucy into the bedroom, with Lily and Lacey following, and all three
girls gasped.

   Al had arranged for their bedroom to be prepared ahead of time.  Low
romantic music played, incense perfumed the air, and rose petals of pink
and red and white adorned the floor and bedcovers.  "Al--" Lucy said, and
he cut her off with a kiss as she moaned.  Lily and Lacey were already
tugging his clothes off, and together they undressed, shucking their
clothing, till they beheld each other fully nude for the first time.

   He was awestruck by their young beauty.  Their bodies were petite in
every respect save their boobs - big round tits stemmed by taut pink nubs.
Their pussies were shaven and puffy and glistening as they beheld him.  His
three wives, for their part, were overcome by how handsome and masculine
their shared husband was.  Chiseled muscles rippled across every inch of
his flesh, carpeted by dark hair, and out of the dark jungle at his crotch
dangled an enormous slab of cockmeat, thick as a coke can and at least a
foot long, despite being flaccid.

   "Geez!" Lacey exclaimed.  "You're HUNG!"

   "Like an ELEPHANT!" Lucy blurted, then giggled at her own audacity.

   "Well, you could admire it," Lily teased her sister-wives, "or you could
play with it, like me!" She grasped his huge dick in her hands, and all
three girls tittered at the grumbling pleasure in his throat at the
contact.

   Lucy and Lacey joined her, and all three of his wives played with his
cock as it swelled and engorged even further, thickening and lengthening as
it rose into a majestic curved pillar, 16 inches long and nearly as thick
around as a 2 liter soda bottle.  They kissed and licked it, giggling and
moaning as they worshipped their well-hung husband's humongous, delicious
dick.  Their cunts quivered wetly, needily, as they did so.

   "Husband," Lucy said sweetly, and pleasure shivered across all four's
skin at the address, "can we...  can we call you a...  a pet name?" Lily
and Lacey giggled madly, knowing what Lucy was going to ask.

   "Sure, baby," Al smiled, groaning as she stroked his meat.  "What?"

   "We want to call you...  Daddy," Lucy's face flushed with the heat of
her desire.  Al's cock throbbed madly, and the girls tittered.

   "Looks like he approves," Lacey said naughtily.

   "Want to fuck your three little wives, Daddy?" Lily asked him slyly, and
was rewarded with another lurching throb, which flung hot precum over all
three of them.

   "Okay," Al grinned, leaning in to kiss her hot soft lil mouth, "but now
I need pet names for my three young daughter-wives.  Baby girl," he pulled
his mouth away from Lily's and put it on Lacey's lips.  "Baby doll." He
then kissed Lucy.  "And babycakes."

   His girls trembled with lust at being so addressed, and Lacey pushed
Lucy back onto the bed, Lily spreading her sister's legs apart.  "Fuck her
first," Lacey and Lily urged him.  Lucy nodded fervently, her slit
spreading wide to reveal the wet pink treasures within.

   "Breed me, Daddy," Lucy begged him in her soft sweet voice.

   "Your wish is my command, babycakes," Al said huskily as he knelt over
her.  Lacey grabbed his shaft and guided it, Lily placing his fat knob at
the tiny winking hole of Lucy's virginity.  Lucy's back arched in sublime
bliss at the intimate contact, and Al pushed forward.  Lucy cried out in
virginal euphoria as her husband's massive cock stretched her pussy lips
wide and sank into her tight hot wet lovetunnel.  Al groaned in animal
ecstasy, and lowered his weight on top of his young bride, as Lucy writhed
to feel his strong dominating body atop hers.

   She suckled devoted hickeys on his muscular pecs as he drove his cock
deeper and deeper into her horny pulsating twat.  Lily and Lacey rubbed his
ass and back and shoulders lovingly, and kissed each other, as their shared
husband plunged his magnificent fuckrod deep inside their sister.

   Al's obese nutsacks squelched lewdly into Lucy's ass, and she cried out
in obscene teen ecstasy.  His gigantic shlong was all the way inside her!
It stuffed and stretched her in semi-orgasmic ways, sending shocks of
pleasure sizzling through her.  Then Al began fucking her, thrusting in and
out of her soft hot satin as she shrieked with ecstatic abandon.  "Daddy!
Oh Daddy!" Her voice was muffled by sucking hickeys on his chest, but her
passion was unmistakable as he reamed her.

   Lacey lay back on the bed at Lucy's head, spreading her legs so that her
bald cunny was right beneath Al's face.  He groaned aloud, smelling the
fragrance of her fresh wet arousal, and buried his face into her pussy,
licking and kissing and sucking madly.  Lacey cried out, tangling her
fingers in his hair as he ate her out with gusto, all while pounding Lucy
into a puddle of bliss.  Lily sat on Lacey's face, riding her sister's
tongue to ululating orgasm as all four of them fucked each other.

   Al had the most stamina by far, so the girls cummed well before he did.
Lucy was first, her mind blanked by thrilling orgasmic delight as Al's
giant cock pummeled her slick juicy cunt, and Lily and Lacey were not far
behind.  Al didn't stop, jackhammering Lucy relentlessly as she cummed and
cummed and cummed, unable to stop as that massive dick sent climax after
climax spiraling through her again and again.

   Lacey and Lily collapsed back, exhausted by their own orgasms, but Lucy
kept screaming her ecstasy.  A full hour went by, Lacey and Lily trading
positions being eaten out by their husband as he fucked Lucy, before he
exploded inside her.  Guttural triumph groaned in his throat as he jizzed
geysers and geysers of cockslop deep within her thoroughly deflowered
pussy.

   Five full minutes, Al spunked nonstop inside his young wife's hot cunt,
before finally pulling out.  Lucy collapsed senselessly, her limbs
twitching with aftershocks, her rich golden hair splayed about her head
like a fan.  Al smiled lovingly at her, then at his other two wives. 
"Who's next?" he asked, and both girls eagerly leapt towards him.

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