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She loved her father and knew that just as he was - she was also drawn to their dark beauty and unknown ways.

Vanny drew her simple white nightgown up around her waist and massaged her breasts. They tingled and her nipples grew tight and erect. She thought of Damian's mouth over her breasts and stifled a groan.

Her other hand sought out her entrance and inserted a finger carefully into her little passage.

"Lord. Daddy will kill me if he ever found out I wasn't a virgin on my wedding night." She whispered in a soft Southern accent.

She gingerly pushed one slim finger into her hot pussy and knew already that it would be wet and warm. She tried not to touch herself often, but sometimes couldn't help it. The preacher always talked about sins and sinful women and always managed to look right at Savannah. She shuddered as she pushed against the thin barrier of her virginity.

Her legs splayed apart as she continued to touch herself and her small pussy walls constricted. She always felt guilty after but she couldn't help it. She had seen Damian that afternoon by the barn working on fixing the broken fence. He had been shirtless and his muscles had gleamed in the sunlight.

She flicked aside her tight black curls that guarded her entrance and continued to touch herself.

He had been mending the fence and had not seen her approach.

"Mornin', Damian." She had paused to watch him work admiring his back muscles and arms.

He turned and stared at the Southern beauty. "Mornin', Miss Vanny."

She loved her name on his lips and almost sighed aloud.

"How is your Ma and sisters, alright I hope?" She asked softly.

"They iz fine, Miss Vanny."

"Oh, I am glad."

"Yes, Miss." He turned to attend to the fence and watched her walk away.

He sighed heavily and knew trouble when it appeared. Savannah was a little bitch in heat trying to get all the hands after her. She was courting trouble and he was courting a whipping or worse. She was a right fine little piece all feminine curves and innocence but against the law and he knew it.

He would have to go visit that little slut Mona two cabins down to relive the tension that Vanny caused his cock.

He had walked into the barn the next morning and heard a loud yelp.

He ran down to the last stall to see Savannah on all fours.

"Miss Vanny?" He came to crouch before her.

"Oh, Damian, it's you. I think I must have twisted my ankle. It hurts something awful. Will you look at it for me?" She adjusted herself and sat on her little bottom before him.

"Surely will, Miss Vanny." He came before her and his hands fell underneath her long skirts.

"Which ankle Miss Vanny?"

"The left, Damian." His hands went to the left ankle to ascertain if it was swelled or not. This was a dangerous game in itself but the plantation was deserted that day due to a fair in town. Everyone was gone but Vanny's mother.

Damian tried to feel for a swell and then noticed Vanny's face. She had closed her eyes and was almost breathing shallowly.

He felt again for a swell and then it hit him. She was setting him up. She wanted his hands on her. She had been giving him signals for a long time.

"Well, Miss Vanny, I don't feel any swelling."

"Really?" She asked him, her blue eyes digging into his brown ones.

"No. I don't." He said quietly and then pushed the little beauty fully onto her back in the straw and settled himself between her little thighs.

"Oh my, Damian. What are you doing?" She asked breathlessly and overwhelmed.

"Giving you what you really want."

Savannah shook her head. "What is it you think I want?"

Damian smiled. "Little belle of the south wants a thick dark sausage between her legs. I aim to please."

Savannah shook her head vigorously. "No, Damian please no."

"Yes, little bitch in heat, yes.

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