The Job That Got Me Into the Bed of Four Cousins

The day I met Valeria, I thought luck had finally remembered me. She greeted me with a smile that left me disarmed and two kisses on the cheeks so warm and slow that my heart raced. But a few hours later, when I met her three cousins, I understood that nobody had blessed me: I had fallen into the hands of four gorgeous, shameless women, determined to turn my life into a roller coaster I’d no longer know how to get off.

My name is Víctor, I’m twenty-five, and until that week my biggest concern was finding a job. I’d finished my degree in Economics with a bare pass, I’d done a dozen interviews at banks and companies, and they’d all ended the same way: a “we’ll call you” that never came. I lived with my mother, Elena, who had raised me alone for as long as I could remember and who, when she saw me so down that July, asked me point-blank what was wrong.

—Would you handle the accounting for a shop? —she said when I told her the truth—. My friend Lucía has a chain of clothing stores, and her lifelong accountant is retiring.

The interview was a lunch at the mall, more interrogation than interview. Lucía didn’t even look at my résumé. She asked me what I ate, what sport I did, how many girlfriends I’d had and, almost in passing, what I knew about accounting. At the end of the coffee she told me I was hired on a trial basis: two weeks learning from Gregorio, her old partner, and if he approved, I’d have a contract through the end of the year.

—She’s taken a liking to you —my mother told me when Lucía left—. And the salary she’s offering is almost indecent for your lack of experience. Don’t waste it.

—I didn’t know your friend was that beautiful —I said—. Is she married?

—A single mother, like me —she laughed—. And she has a daughter, Valeria, who’s quite a bit prettier than either of us. She works as Gregorio’s secretary. If he approves you, you’ll be sharing an office with her.

That night I slept badly, nervous about the next day’s test. But all my fears evaporated on Saturday. I arrived early and Gregorio showed up right on time, like a Swiss watch. He was an older man, cordial, one of those who appreciate someone arriving before they do.

—From Lucía’s description I knew right away it was you —he said, opening the office—. She only forgot to tell me what color you were wearing. You’ll see what time Valeria shows up. That kid only thinks about chatting with her three cousins, who, to my misfortune, are my only three granddaughters, as stubborn as she is.

He hadn’t finished the sentence when a hurricane came in. Valeria burst in without letting him close the door, planted two huge kisses on my face, and, while hanging up her jacket, said:

—I was on time today, grandpa. I didn’t want to make a bad impression on the new guy. I hope we get along and that you don’t scold me like this grump does.

—At least you managed on the first day what I’ve failed to do in a year —Gregorio laughed—. And what do you think of the accountant your mother hired?

—At first glance, I don’t dislike him. He’s cute —she said, winking at me, and sat down across from me.

Gregorio explained the job to me. The most important thing for him was an inventory book he kept by hand, noting every garment that came in from the warehouse with its barcode. When I asked, astonished, why he didn’t have it computerized, he shrugged.

—I manage this way, but I’m aware that today everything runs on a computer. There’s one there, brand new. You have three days to prove to me you can keep track of stock as well as I can.

He went out for coffee and to a meeting, leaving me alone with Valeria. As soon as he closed the door, she laughed.

—No need for me to explain anything about the PC, it’s virgin. Let’s see if you can get grandpa to give up the ledgers once and for all.

While she spoke —and gestured a lot, including with her feet—I took the chance to look at her properly. She was an explosive twenty-year-old blonde, with a braid falling halfway down her back and blue eyes that held you captive. Under the tight T-shirt she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples stood out shamelessly; beneath the very short pleated skirt, her legs left me unable to concentrate, and every time she crossed and uncrossed her thighs she gave me a fleeting glimpse of the light-colored strip of fabric covering her pussy. At some point I found myself staring dumbly where I shouldn’t, and she burst out laughing.

—I think you’re more interested in what you can see under the table than in what I’m explaining. If you really want the job, focus on the stock. And relax —she added with a smirk, spreading her knees a little wider—, because I can see what’s happening under yours too, and it doesn’t bother me. I’d actually take it as a compliment. Besides, you’ve got something worth showing off.

I turned red as a tomato and felt how my cock, already pressing against the zipper, gave a traitorous twitch at hearing her talk like that. To hide my embarrassment I threw myself into the work. With her help I linked the computer to the factory’s and to the terminals in the six stores, so each item was recorded when it came in and taken off when it was sold. The task ate up the whole morning and almost all afternoon. We ordered pizzas, kept glued to the screens, and after eleven at night the program worked perfectly.

Valeria, euphoric, gave me a kiss. At first it was just a peck, but when she saw how I froze —petrified, eyes wide— she kissed me again, this time long and deep, sliding her tongue all the way into my mouth and biting my lower lip before letting me go. I felt her open hand run down my chest, continue to my stomach and stop just above the bulge, as if testing the ground.

—Well, well —she whispered against my ear, shamelessly groping over my pants—. With what you’ve got down here, tonight you’re going to have plenty of fun. Call your home and tell them you’re not sleeping there. We’re going to celebrate that we’ll be coworkers. I’m going to introduce you to the other three. They’re going to freak out over you.

***

I drove her Mini convertible out to the outskirts, without really understanding what I was getting into. On the way she dropped the first bombshell.

—We’re going to Vanesa’s house. Violeta and Vera are there too. We’re cousins: the four granddaughters of Gregorio, each one the daughter of one of his daughters. Well, Lucía is my mother, and Lucía and Gregorio’s three daughters are inseparable. Your mother used to be part of that group too.

—What kind of group? —I asked, because she’d made a strange face when she said it.

—They adore each other, Víctor. We suspect our mothers have been a couple for years. None of them has ever had a steady man. Yours was the exception, and that’s why you exist. Have I scandalized you?

—Not scandalized —I admitted, stunned—. But you’ve left me speechless. Still, if they’re happy like that, who am I to judge them?

—One thing at a time. —She smiled, amused by my confusion—. The four of us are like parcheesi pieces. We even dress in their colors: me in blue, Vanesa in yellow, Violeta in green and Vera in red. We chase each other, we catch each other and we eat each other whole. The only thing missing to really play is a piece. And we think you can be that piece.

I swallowed hard. I didn’t dare ask what piece, because I was starting to guess. We passed through the barrier of a gated community and parked in front of a huge house surrounded by a garden. Valeria left me alone on the porch and disappeared with the car toward the garage.

When the door opened again, I nearly fell over backward. Valeria came out and, behind her, the other three, all just as spectacular and completely different. They were dressed like her, tight T-shirt and tiny skirt, but each in her color: Vanesa in yellow, a brunette with green eyes and curly hair; Violeta in green, a redhead with gray eyes, funny freckles, and a bowl-cut hairstyle; and Vera in red, a mulatta of uncertain origin, amber eyes and a nearly military cut that sharpened her features. Their bodies, though, were like clones: the four of them equally stunning.

—Come in, man —Valeria laughed—, you’re looking at us like we’re ghosts.

I greeted each of them and, thanks to my good memory, got the names right by the colors. Vera, the mulatta in red, laughed in surprise.

—And how do you know I’m Vera?

—Valeria told me your colors in the car —I said, proud of myself—. And honestly, you’re the four prettiest girls I’ve ever crossed paths with.

—What a flatterer… —said Violeta, the redhead, giving me a smile capable of melting ice—. Though our mothers would say we’re four wicked witches.

We sat in the living room around a low table. Vera and Violeta brought over a cart with tequila, a blue liqueur and lime juice. Vera started making margaritas.

—Pascualito… I mean, Víctor, can you hold your liquor? —she asked.

—A couple of drinks and I get off balance —I admitted.

—Perfect —said Vanesa—. Make him a strong one, because we need him a little worked up to see if he can serve as a die.

—As a… die? —I asked, more and more lost—. What do I have to do?

—Nothing —Valeria laughed—. What do you do with a die, Víctor?

—Well… you roll it —I stammered—, to see what number comes up.

—Exactly —she said, delighted—. We’re going to see which one of us gets rolled first. And then we’ll rate him, from one to six. From what little I saw under the desk, I think you’re definitely scoring above a three. It was hard as a rock and nice and thick, girls. You have no idea what’s coming our way.

The four of them burst out laughing when they saw my panicked face. I stood up, offended, convinced it was a cruel joke. Then they stopped laughing and looked at me in alarm. It was Vera who spoke.

—Sorry, we didn’t know it would bother you. We thought you might be the ideal man to test whether it’s worth being with a man. If you’re offended, we’ll have a drink and that’s that. But please, don’t tell our mothers anything about this. They’d kill us.

I sat back down slowly. I understood they were dead serious.

—Let me see if I’ve got this straight —I said, taking a deep breath—. You four really want to sleep with me? None of you has ever been with a man? You think you’re lesbians and you have doubts?

The four of them nodded in sync, as if they’d rehearsed it.

—Look —I said, trying to sound grown-up—, you flatter me more than you realize, because you’re gorgeous. But I don’t work on curiosity. I need to desire someone and for her to desire me back, not feel like an experiment.

—And if we desire you? —Violeta said, leaning forward until her knee brushed mine—. Because look at you, you’ve been trying for half an hour to hide what’s been showing ever since we came in. Your cock is outlined against the fabric, Víctor. You can see it hard, swollen, asking to get out.

She was right, and it was obvious. The redhead stood up, took the glass out of my hand and sat astride me before I could react. She smelled of lime and something sweet. When she kissed me, it was with a hunger that was anything but innocent, biting my lips, pushing her tongue all the way into my mouth and rubbing her hot pussy against the bulge in my pants, and my last reservations crumbled.

—I’ll start, since I’m the boldest —she murmured against my mouth—. You girls take notes. And you, Víctor, relax, because if you say no now, the favorite piece on the board falls to the floor. Close your eyes and let yourself get fucked.

I felt the hands of the other three before I saw them: one on my nape, another undoing my shirt button by button, another running over my chest and then down deliberately to my belt. Vanesa bit my earlobe and whispered filthy things while Valeria whispered from the other side that I should relax, that they’d take care of everything. Violeta yanked off her T-shirt and shoved her tits in my face: two small, firm tits, with pink nipples hardened like stones. I sucked them one by one, tugging with my lips, while she moaned and guided my hand under her skirt, to the tiny fabric of her green panties, already soaked through. I pulled the elastic aside and shoved two fingers into her cunt. She was open, burning, slippery.

—Fuck, you’re so wet —I growled.

—We all are —Vanesa replied in my ear, and took my other hand to bring it under her own skirt. Her yellow cunt, without panties, was dripping sticky against my fingers—. None of us has ever let a man touch us, idiot. And tonight all four of us are going to taste your cock.

—Not so fast —protested Vera, pulling Violeta off my lap with a laugh—. We said one at a time. Otherwise we can’t rate it.

—To hell with turns —said Valeria, and knelt between my legs.

She yanked my pants and underwear down to my knees and my cock sprang up, hard and already dripping pre-cum. The four of them stared at it for a second, as if none of them had ever had one that close. Valeria was the first to react. She lowered her head and licked it all over from top to bottom, from the balls to the tip, with a calculated slowness, then took it into her mouth all the way. She took me at the base with one hand and grabbed my balls with the other, and started sucking me with hunger, going up and down, sucking hard when she reached the top, making an obscene wet sound each time she pulled back to catch her breath.

—Show me —I heard Vanesa say, crouching down beside her.

Valeria pulled it out, glossy with saliva, and offered it to her cousin like passing over an ice cream. Vanesa took it into her mouth in one gulp, with less technique but more hunger, choking and trying again, her green eyes wide as she looked up at me from below. Behind her, Violeta had taken off her skirt and panties completely, and Vera was eating her pussy kneeling on the rug, hands clenched on her ass while the redhead tugged at her short hair.

—Suck it well —Violeta panted, mouth open—. Get it nice and hot, I want it inside already.

Vera abandoned her pussy and came toward me, still with her chin shining from Violeta’s juices. She kissed me on the mouth, transferring that taste to me, and then knelt down to suck me too alongside the other two. The three of them took turns on my cock like four mouths fighting over a candy: Valeria at the base, Vanesa at the glans, Vera sucking my balls one after another, then rotating again. I had my head thrown back, gripping women’s heads with both hands, not knowing whom to pull harder against my cock.

—Enough —ordered Violeta from the sofa, lying on her back with her legs open—. Bring him to me before he comes in your mouths and I get left out.

The three of them lifted me and guided me to the sofa. Violeta trapped my cock with one hand, rubbed it over her open pink cunt, ran it over her clit several times —trembling, biting her lip— and drove it into herself with one thrust to the hilt. I shouted out at the same time. She was insanely tight, hot, so wet the sound of fucking her could be heard above the others’ laughter.

—Fuck me —she panted, digging her heels into my ass—. Fuck me hard, asshole, I’ve been imagining it my whole life.

I pounded into her with everything I had, gripping her hips, watching my cock go in and out gleaming, watching her freckled tits shake with every thrust. Vera had climbed up behind her, pressing her mulatta cunt against Violeta’s mouth, which was eating her out while I wrecked her from behind. Vanesa had pressed against my back and licked the back of my neck while slipping a hand between my legs to fondle my balls from underneath.

—Slower with him —Valeria was ordering, standing and watching the scene with her hands between her own thighs—, or he’ll come too soon and we won’t finish the game.

I pulled out of Violeta in time, my cock throbbing dangerously. She let out a frustrated whimper when I left her empty.

—Vera’s turn —Valeria said—. Get on all fours, cousin.

Vera turned around and offered me her perky ass, her red skirt hiked up and her dark pussy peeking between her thighs, swollen and wet. I grabbed her butt cheeks with both hands, spread them open, and drove my cock into her with one thrust. She let out a guttural moan and pushed back, wanting more.

—Fuck, fuck —she panted while I fucked her doggy-style—, like that, give me more, deeper, all the way, don’t stop.

Vanesa had knelt underneath, on her back between Vera’s legs, and licked her clit every time I pulled out. The redhead Violeta, naked now, sat on Vera’s face, who held her by the thighs and ate her pussy while I destroyed her from behind. Valeria, the only one still mostly dressed, had pulled down her blue panties and was masturbating standing up while watching us, two fingers going in and out of her own blonde pussy.

—Now me —she announced in a hoarse voice, and slipped into the tangle, shoving Vera aside.

I lay back on the rug and Valeria straddled me, guiding my cock inside with her hand. She started riding me slowly, supported by her hands on my chest, rocking her hips in a slow, deep rhythm that nearly made me come in the first minute. Her blonde braid hung forward and brushed her bare tits every time she rose and fell.

—Look at how your cock goes into your office mate, Víctor —she whispered, leaning down to kiss me—. Starting Monday, when grandpa isn’t looking, you’ll have her like this between your legs.

Vanesa sat astride my face without warning, and covered the world with her curly yellow cunt. She pushed her hips and I stuck out my tongue to lick her from anus to clit, along her whole length. She clung to the back of the sofa, moaning, while she ground herself against my mouth. Vera and Violeta had lain down beside me on the floor, kissing each other and rubbing their cunts against one another, never taking their eyes off Valeria fucking me.

—Switch —Valeria announced suddenly—, he’s keeping me hard too long. Vanesa, get off and try it.

Vanesa climbed off my face, chin shining, and took Valeria’s place on my cock. She sank down all at once to the hilt, with a muffled cry, and started bouncing like a madwoman, holding her tits so they wouldn’t slap her face. Valeria, meanwhile, sat on my mouth to have the favor returned, and I ate her pussy with all the tongue I had left, savoring her tangy-sweet wetness.

I held out as long as I could, which wasn’t nearly as long as my pride would have liked. When they noticed I didn’t have much left, they organized themselves in an instant, as if they’d rehearsed it. Vanesa moved off the cock and knelt beside me. Valeria got down from my face and took the other side. Violeta and Vera stood in front, forming a semicircle around my trembling cock.

—Come on our faces —ordered Vera, grabbing my cock with her hand and shaking it hard—. We all want a taste.

It was Violeta, sucking my balls from below, who made me explode. I let out a groan and shot the first long spurt, which hit Vera in the cheek and ran down to her open mouth. The second landed on Violeta’s lips, and she stuck out her tongue and caught it without stopping looking at me. The third, weaker, on Vanesa’s chin. The last, on Valeria’s tits, and she spread it with two fingers and took them to her mouth. The four of them laughed among themselves, passed the semen with their tongues from one mouth to another, kissing around my still-hard cock, sucking every last drop as if they didn’t want to waste anything.

I collapsed, exhausted, my breathing ragged. They kept going a little longer among themselves, devouring what was left of me, rubbing each other’s cunts, until they collapsed too, sweaty and satisfied, laughing together like girls who had just discovered a new toy.

—Well —said Vera, dropping beside me and running a finger over my chest—, what score do we give him?

—A five —Violeta ruled—. He earns the six when he can get through a whole round without coming on the first turn.

—Then we’ll have to train him —said Valeria, and kissed my sweaty forehead—. Luckily, starting Monday we have him in the office every day.

I closed my eyes, exhausted and happy, thinking my mother had seriously undersold the salary. That was, without a doubt, going to be the hardest job of my life to turn down.