Samantha Goes Babysitting

This is a work of fiction. This story involves an innocent young Mormon woman losing her virginity when she is seduced by the father of the kids she babysits. If any of that disturbs you, then you should stop reading now. Any similarity to real names or real people is coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome, but please read the whole story to the end before you comment.

My philosophy is that a story should be like a woman's skirt. It should be long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to keep it interesting. I try to do that in my stories. You may or may not agree with me as to where I should end a story, but know that I end each story where I think it should end. If you haven't already figured it out from the previous chapter,

Nobody in this story was under 18 when they had sex.

When I was a teenager, I babysat for extra money. I started when I was twelve, but was still babysitting when I was a senior in high school and eighteen. One of the families I babysat for regularly was a couple in our LDS (Mormon) church ward. The Smiths had two small kids, and I babysat for them often. The husband (Joe) was in his thirties and very handsome, and the wife (Mary) was in her mid-twenties and quite pretty.

Our ward was in rural southern Utah, and it covered quite a bit of territory. Because the Smiths lived about an hour away from where my family lived, I would sleep in an extra bedroom after they came home, and Joe would drive me home in the morning. I usually only went there on Friday or Saturday nights.

Since they were Mormons too, it was OK with my parents for me to babysit for them whenever they needed me. Joe always gave me a big tip (like $20 extra) when he was driving me home. That was quite a bit of money back in those days (the late 1960s) when babysitting normally paid between fifty cents and a dollar an hour, and because he was always so kind and generous to me, I had quite a crush on him. In fact, many of my fantasies involved Joe.

One Friday afternoon, close to graduation, while my parents were out of town for a couple of weeks visiting my grandparents in another state, Joe asked if I could baby sit that night and the next. I agreed, and he soon came over to pick me up. When we got to his house, it turned out his wife was out of town, but I didn't really think anything about it. He went upstairs, got ready for wherever he was going, and left. Joe said that he would be out quite late, and that I should not to wait up for him.

Later, I gave the two little girls dinner, read them a story and put them to bed, got a shower, watched some TV, and then went to bed in the extra bedroom. Since I babysat for the Smiths all the time, and would always get dressed before I left my room in the morning, I always slept in just my regular nightgown I used at home, which while not completely sheer, was fairly thin material and barely covered my butt.

I heard him come in later, and then a little later I heard him come to my door. The door opened, and he came in, closing it behind him. I sat up a little, and he came over to the bed and sat down. He was wearing a robe. He asked how the evening had gone, and we started talking. There was only moonlight coming into the room, and I didn't realize my breasts were exposed through the nearly sheer material of my nightgown while we talked.

We had talked quite a long time when he asked if I would like him to rub my shoulders. It sounded good to me. I had always enjoyed back rubs, so I turned my back to him. We continued to talk while he was massaging me. He seemed genuinely interested in me, and asked some very personal questions, which I answered honestly. I kept thinking how nice he was ... and how cute. (I have to be honest. I had been fantasizing a little about him when I was lying in my bed at night.)

During the shoulder rub, my nightgown had slipped down off my shoulders, and one of my nipples was exposed. He leaned down and kissed the side of my neck as his hands slid the shoulder straps the rest of the way down my arms. I don't really know what I was thinking, but I let him slide my arms out of the straps. My whole top was now uncovered. I was just about to panic, when he turned my head to him, and kissed me on the lips, softly at first, then harder, with his tongue exploring my mouth.

When he finally broke the kiss, he whispered, "I love you. You know that, right?" I honestly did not know that, but that simple statement sent feelings through me that I had never before experienced. I was happy that he loved me because I loved him too.

I would like to tell you what I was thinking at that point, but my brain was a muddle, and I couldn't think much beyond what I was feeling. My mind simply melted down, and I was willing to do whatever he wanted me to do. His hands had moved to my breasts, and he was softly massaging them, letting the nipples slide between his fingers. I was in heaven.

He lay me back on the bed, and his lips kissed their way down my neck until he was sucking each of my nipples into his mouth. I was getting wet between my legs, and I couldn't believe what I was feeling. Then I felt his hand slide up my leg to my crotch, and softly caress me. I guess he knew what he wanted because his finger slipped into my slit, and he was rubbing my labia and clit. That totally sent me into ecstasy, and I just vaguely remember him taking off his robe and getting between my legs.

His fingers continued to rub my clit, sometimes slipping a little into my vagina, and he was kissing me deeply, his tongue intertwining with my own by now. I was in the middle of a strong orgasm when I felt the end of his cock push against my hymen. Suddenly, I was fully aware of what was happening, and then there was a dull pain in my vagina as he bumped against my hymen. I tried to cry out, to tell him no, but his mouth still covered my own in a deep kiss, and my mind once again went blank.

He pushed his cock into me again, and I felt his cock slide a little further into me as he pushed through my hymen. I must not have had much of a hymen because it actually didn't hurt much when he broke it. It was something like a paper cut. Several repetitions of him withdrawing and thrusting back in and his big cock was all the way in me. Finally, he loosened his kiss, and all I could say was, "What have we done?" There were tears in my eyes, but because of worry and not so much because of pain. I didn't know where this would lead.

We lay there for a few minutes with him kissing my tears away and apologizing to me for hurting me before I felt his cock start to slide out a little. The pain was completely gone, and suddenly I didn't want him to take it out. I tried to push down to keep him inside of me about the same time that he pushed his cock back into me.

I couldn't believe the blissful feeling. I could feel the tip of his cock pressing against something deep inside of my body, and it felt really good. I assumed that it was my cervix, but I didn't really know. He kissed me passionately again, and I kissed him back, while his cock slid in and out of my vagina, harder, faster, and seemingly deeper with every thrust.

I was no longer thinking about the consequences of this. Within several minutes, his cock was sliding all the way in and out of me, with his balls slapping my bottom every time our hips met. He pushed into me really hard, and then just gave some short quick jabs, like he was trying to get every bit of his cock inside of me. I knew he was releasing his seed into my womb. My body was quivering rhythmically, and like my cervix, was trying to drink up every bit of his essence as he filled my vagina with his seed, and after what seemed like an eternity, he finally collapsed on me.

We lay there for a while, and he asked me not to tell the bishop or anybody about this. I told him that I could have stopped him early on, that it was as much my fault as his, and that I wouldn't tell. I asked him if he had made me pregnant. He asked me when I was expecting my period, and I told him it would probably come early the next week. He said there was no way I would get pregnant if that was true. That relieved me greatly, and he turned out to be right. I didn't get pregnant until about a month later.

He once again said, "I love you, Sam." With that, he started kissing me again, and I was kissing him back. At this point I figured that, if I was going to hell, I might as well go with him. His cock was still inside my vagina although it was softer and smaller, but with some more caressing of my breasts and kissing me, his cock got fully hard.

My legs wrapped around him, and he started pushing his fully hardened cock back into my vagina. My vagina was looser now, and very slippery with his cum and my own, and he slipped in and out easily. This time he lasted quite a bit longer, and I orgasmed twice before he did. It felt glorious, and more importantly, I felt fulfilled. I thought it could only be better if I got married and had children.

After we had once again recovered, Joe told me that he had talked with my father, and that my father was OK if I stayed with him and Mary. I wondered how that would work, and I asked if Mary was also OK with me staying with them.

Joe laughed softly, and said, "Of course she is. We have already talked about it." Then he told me the rest. "I have been meeting with a small group of like-minded Mormons who believe that the Church should never have gone away from polygamy."

My mouth must have dropped open and I asked, Won't the bishop have problems with that?"

"We aren't going to tell the bishop," he replied. "We will simply go inactive in the Church. It will be simpler that way, and the bishop won't cause any problems."

Then Joe laid the big question on me, "Will you be my wife?"

I was shocked, but in a way, I wanted this. I didn't know why because I had been taught all of my life that a man should only have one wife. I asked one more question, "Did you ask my father about marrying me?" When he said that he had and that my father was OK with this, I answered, "Yes, I will marry you. How does that work, though?"

Joe told me about the secret organization within the Church that would officiate over our marriage, and said we could get married the next morning, if I was OK with that. I asked, "Will my parents be there?"

He answered, "Of course. They have been expecting this." It appeared that I was the only one who hadn't been expecting this.

Joe once again kissed me deeply and told me that he had loved me for a long time. I had loved him too, but I never thought anything would ever come of it. Now, here I was, in bed with Joe, and about to become his wife. "But wait," I asked, "Will Mary be there too?"

"Do you want her to be there?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied. "I think I do. If she and I are going to be your wives together, then I need to have her blessing from the beginning, and the only way I can know that I have that blessing is if she is there when we marry."

"Then she will be there," he said.

With that, we lay there whispering and kissing for a while, and then he asked if I would like to shower with him. I agreed, and we went together into the bathroom. Even though there had been a tiny amount of blood when his cock had torn my hymen, it had been confined to my tummy and thighs and the root of Joe's cock, and I hadn't bled on the sheet, so at least there wasn't a stain even though the sheet was a mess. We made love in the shower and a few more times that night in the bed.

The next morning, I washed the sheets and put them back on the bed, but it was a waste of time because we messed them up again the next day after we returned to the house. My parents and Mary were at the ceremony, which took place in Fred Jensen's living room. Fred officiated. Everybody seemed happy, and Mary welcomed me to the family, so all of my fears were erased.

Mary drove her own car home, and met me at the front door to the house. She told me that we needed to talk, so that I would understand completely what I had entered into. Joe didn't go with us into the living room. Since she was the first wife, she was senior and would lead whatever other wives there may be. She asked if I was OK with that, and I nodded my agreement. However, each wife would lead separate sex lives, and there would never be any threesomes. I would have my own bedroom to start with, but that Joe would build me a new house next to their existing house. Any other wives would also get their own homes, as necessary.

We would raise children communally, and there would be a separation of duties between wives. Each wife would get equal time with Joe, but priority would be given to any wife who was ovulating. I would also be given every night the first week for a kind of "honeymoon" with Joe. I was amazed at how Mary was reacting to this, and told her so. She replied, "I have known this was coming for over a year. We were just waiting for you to turn 18 and finish high school. Of course, had you said, 'No,' then nothing would have come from it. I'm glad you said, 'Yes.' I would have been sad otherwise."

"Now, go. Joe is waiting for you in your bedroom," she said. I had so many questions, but they would have to wait. Joe was waiting for me.

I went to my room, and sure enough, Joe was lying naked on my bed. I closed the bedroom door and locked it. Then, I went to the bed and undressed. I was still shy and hesitated before joining him on the bed. When I did, I snuggled my back against his front, and whispered, "I love you. I hope that you will always love me."

"That I can guarantee," Joe replied. "I cannot remember a time when I didn't love you."

"I was surprised that my parents agreed to this," I said.

Then Joe told me, "Your father is a member of our group. When he finds the appropriate woman, he will also be taking a second wife." This totally surprised me, but looking back, I could see that it was probably true.

Joe rolled me over to face him and kissed me deeply. No matter what happened in the future, I was in heaven at that moment. I wrapped my arms and les around him, and he rolled me onto my back, his legs between mine. I realized that I was already wet, and his cock immediately started entering my pussy as soon as it touched my vaginal entrance. He said, "We may or may not have impregnated you last night, but we will eventually impregnate you if we continue having sex. How do you feel about that?"

"I will be happy to have any babies that you give me, Joe," I replied. With that, he smothered me with kisses, pumping his big cock in and out of my pussy. It wasn't long before I felt my orgasm coming, and when it hit, I was overcome by powerful waves of pleasure. I'm pretty sure I was squealing and moaning loudly, but Joe made no effort to hush me. I guessed that there was no problem with making noise during sex. A week later, I would hear Mary crying out in pleasure as Joe fucked her in her bedroom, so fair was fair.

It took a little less than a month before I realized that I was pregnant and was shortly feeling the effects (morning sickness). That didn't stop Joe from making love to me, and he came to my bed every other night. There was no break in our sex life until about a week before I gave birth to Joe's first son. To say that Joe was happy about having a son would be a gross understatement.

I settled into life with Joe and Mary. Of course, there were bumps along the way. No family is without problems, but I accepted my role in the family (I took care of the children while Mary worked outside of the home from Monday through Friday). Therefore, I was the one who did most of the laundry, cooked most of the meals for the family, and generally cared for the home. Truthfully, that was how I had imagined my life, and for the most part, I was happy.

Joe did build me a house. It was about the same size as the first house, with the exception that there was no large family room (where the whole family would meet for meetings and prayers). I was happy not to have that in my house anyway, so after meeting in the family room, I would go back to my own house (with my children and with Joe when it was my turn).

Joe continued to be loving, and showed it in many ways. Of course, we would make love at every opportunity, but he would also surprise me with gifts. I never wanted for anything. Most of all, Joe gave me babies (I had four). Mary also had two more children (one more girl and a boy), but my oldest son would always be the eldest son in the family. In our family, that gave him status.

About two years after I married Joe, he met with me and Mary to inform us that he had found another woman to join our family. Mary and I both gave our blessing, and Joe told us all about this new woman. Joan was 18, healthy, and pretty, and she was very friendly. As he did with me, Joe took his time with Joan (his new prospective wife). However, she had been raised in a polygamist family, so she wasn't as surprised by his proposal as I had been. She accepted immediately.

Soon, we gathered together at Fred Jensen's home, and Joe and Joan were married. Both Mary and I met with Joan when we got home, and she was fine with all of our arrangements. Of course, Joan got the next week with Joe, but that was OK. I was very pregnant with our second child (a girl), so I needed a break from sex anyway.

This was many years ago, and there are now four of us wives. Betty joined us a couple of years after Joan. Between the four wives, we had sixteen children. Most have followed us into polygamy, but not all. That is OK, and we still love and accept them. There is no shunning in our family or in our religion.

The boys have all been successful. My oldest son took over Joe's business, and he has done well with it. Other sons are engineers, doctors and lawyers. Our daughters have given us many grandchildren. Of course, our sons have given us grandchildren too.

All four wives consider all children of the family's children as our grandchildren, regardless of who their true grandmother was. In fact, we all took a part in raising the children. All children in our family were "our" children. Therefore, all grandchildren are "our" grandchildren.

In case you were wondering, Joe and I still make passionate love whenever it is my turn. He does pretty good for an old guy, and he has no problem satisfying all of his wives emotionally, financially and sexually.