John Childs remembered the first time he met Mr. Harken. It was early spring in 1819, and he was working as a hand for the Overseer. John thought nothing of him and paid him little attention. To John he was just another hired hand. Although he was a white hired hand, he was still treated as such. John did not know of the harsh discipline he enjoyed when Mr. Franks left. When Mr. Franks was moved to the cotton plantation, Mr. Harken took over as Overseer.

John was now riding in the back of a carriage with his father, and Mr. Harken. The Glenwood Plantation was not doing so well the last three seasons, and was ready to sell some property. John was now eighteen, and his father wanted him to participate in the family's business. The ride lasted almost two hours. He had to listen to Mr. Harken's accounts of Cherokee attacks and how slaves should be treated. John tried his best to ignore him as he seemed to be one of those whom found fault in everything.

When the carriage finally stopped, Colby opened the door muttering about how the place looked like it was ran by a bunch of wild animals. John knew his father listened to Colby, as they grew up together. Colby was the best slave his father owned. No one really questioned how John's father treated him as a friend rather than a common slave. Colby also never made mistakes and would make sure the other slaves were in line. Although Colby never whipped anyone, his word was just as powerful as the Overseer's lash. No one dared question his loyalties, as his position often irritated Mr. Harken to no end.

The owners of the plantation greeted all of them accept Colby who stayed with the carriage. John walked with his father around the grounds and remarked how the plantation had fallen into disrepair. The big house needed a coat of paint, and the boards of the front porch were all loose. John walked towards the fields, as his father spoke with the owner on the dilapidated porch.

The easy stroll through the spring crops was nice. He noticed how the cotton fields seemed to be neglected as well. There were some slaves milling about, but no real work was being done that day. When he came to a clearing he saw a lone female slave. She was walking through a small field of wild flowers. Every few steps she would bend over to collect some. She walked towards John holding a mixed assortment of colored wildflowers. She looked to be about his age, and did not have the clothes of the field slaves. She was a petite girl, just barely clearing five feet. She must not have been a field hand, her face and hands showed no signs of it, John noticed.

When she was only a few paces off from John he could make out the sadness in her features. She was quite attractive, and the smell of the flowers she held only added to her allure. John thought she had a beauty about herself even though she walked as if she was dead to the world. Her face looked too young to be so doleful. She did manage to lift her head when she walked by him. With a slight nod upwards, she cracked the smallest of smiles before her gloomy look returned.

John finished his stroll, but could think of nothing other than the bright smile she showed him. When he got back to the big house he saw his father and Mr. Harken inspecting a group of slaves. They were all lined up as they were being poked and prodded. His father and Mr. Harken went down the line of slaves and called out prices. John knew this was his father's offer to buy them. None of the offers were of market price either. John figured his father was going to fleece the owner and probably resell the slaves he did not need. John wanted to laugh as the offers came in and were accepted by the owner.

John walked over and whispered to his father. "There was another one in the fields that looked good too. She may be a good for the house."

John then heard his father mention to the owner about the slave he saw so depressed in the field. The owner surprised John refusing his father's offer. His father was a successful planter for a reason. He knew how to handle situations, and make the best deals possible. He was a shrew negotiator and had proven it to John on many occasions, and today was one of them. John's father then offered to buy nothing and wait for the bank to hold the auction, saying that the auction prices would be much cheaper. The owner relented and nodded his head, agreeing to the low price.

John, Mr. Harken, and his father left the plantation with more slaves then they had anticipated on buying. Colby was left to bring the slaves back with the spare horse. Colby was often allowed to roam freely within the county as everyone seemed to know his freedoms. He was now in charge of the new slaves and making sure they got back to the plantation.

Mr. Harken was now the coach driver. John's father was grinning at the new stock of slaves he just got at a steal of a price. His father then told John how the other planters would not buy from him due to rumors about small pox outbreak at his plantation. His father seemed to be explaining more of the plantation's expenses as if he would someday be in charge. John simply sat back and let his father go on about what he planned to do with the new slaves, he was just happy he did not have to hear the hideous stories of Mr. Harken.

The next day John awoke to the sound of the plantation slaves gathering to see Colby ride back with the dozen new slaves. John got dressed and went to watch as Mr. Harken and Colby assigned jobs and living quarters. Then he spotted her, the girl he saw in the fields. She still had a somber look about her. She wordlessly followed Colby as he showed her the cabin she was now going to live in.

John was happy that she was given the cabins of the craftsmen and house slaves. The other slaves were taken to the field slave cabins further away from the main house. Since it was just her, she did not have to share the cabin with anyone. John had no idea when she would be sharing the cabin or if she would ever share it. He knew his father was strict about slaves moving cabins or sleeping in a place they should not.

The moment she went into her new cabin, John wanted so badly to introduce himself. Her morose disposition bothered him more than he cared to allow. To him it was a shame for such a pretty girl to be so sad. It may be the idea of a new place and the unknown had stolen her smile. John had made up his mind, he would introduce himself. Before he could talk to her, he was called off to meet his tutor.

John resented the fact his father insisted on him still having tutors come to the plantation just for him. John wanted to attend college, but his father still wanted him around the plantation. The only reason he could figure was that his father would be without any family around. His mother refused to live on the plantation until the end of the harvest season. He always laughed at her inability to handle the heat and humidity. John often tried to stay later on in the season, well after both of his parents went to the summer home.

***

The day seemed to drag on. Before John knew it the sun had set, and he had yet to meet the new slave. He was disappointed; he did not even know her name. When John finished his chores he was finally able to get away and walk down to the slave cabins. Holding nothing but a lantern, he made his way to the row of cabins. They were close to the house, and kept in very good condition. Although the slaves were not allowed to roam the plantation at a certain time, some were allowed if their jobs permitted. Colby often roamed around to make sure there was no issues. Slaves would rather speak with him compared to Mr. Harken.

As her cabin came into view he spotted Mr. Harken heading there as well. John's heart dropped. He could make out Harken's sinister grin in the dim glow of his lantern. John knew exactly what he was going there for. He quickened his pace to get there just before him.

When John reached her rough cut wooden door he made his inquiry to Mr. Harken. "Did not expect to see you out around here at such an hour."

Spitting out something before thinking. "Just checking up on the new niggers. Does your Pa know you're out here?"

"About the same as he knows you're out here." John shot back with a strong tone. He never spoke to Mr. Harken like that before. He just knew that Mr. Harken was going to do something wrong to the new slave.

John turned his head, ending the conversation before Mr. Harken could respond, and opened the door to the cabin. As John walked in he saw the new slave standing there at the doorway as if she knew he was going to come inside. As he stepped in to close the door, she walked to the small bed in the corner and sat down. The look on her face was that of fear, panic, and solemn resignation.

John turned his attention away from her to peer out of the small window. He smiled to himself, his little ruse worked, and Mr. Harken retreated back to his own place. When the dim light of the overseer faded in the distance he knew that he'd won a small victory.

John turned around when he heard a quiet soft voice speak. "You gonna have me?"

John didn't like the fear in her eyes as she regarded him, "I am only here so he doesn't touch you." He said to ease her fears.

"I just be figuring you get here before he did, or you be taking turns wit me."

"Nobody is going to be taking turns with you. I came here to make sure of that."

"So you going to sells me then for someone else?" She said on a sigh.

John walked over to her with his hands out in a calming gesture. "My father is not going to sell you, and Mr. Harken is not going to have you."

She stood quickly as something akin to fear flashed over her face. "You be the Massa's son. I dids not know. I thought you just be nother overseer. I saw the way you looked at me and wanted me with the others. Just thinking you wanted me as yours."

John smiled back as he knew he was caught. He was staring at her yesterday quite obviously. "My name is John Childs." He said holding out his hand, "I am sorry I stared at you like that. I was just wondering why you looked so sad."

She looked down at his hand, wary of the formal gesture. She looked up to him and placed her small hand in his, "Mr. Laurens called me Jasmine," she said, "my Pa named me Michael cause he wanted a boy. Be changing it to Michaela when I be born. Massa did not likes that so he called me Jasmine after the flowers in the fields."

John pulled the chair from the only table in the room to sit down in front of her. "I can call you Michaela if you like?"

Jasmine laughed as she sat across from him on the bed. "Be bit lates for that seeing how everyone knows me as Jasmine. No matters, Mr. Laurens not be thinking he gives me a white girl name. Guess I gots one over on him."

John smiled at Jasmine as her body seemed to relax from talking. "Can I ask why you were so sad?"

Jasmine eyes glassed over as she opened up. "Pa got solds when Mr. Laurens got the bank notice. He gots rid of all the old field hands. Be wishin I knew wheres he went."

John got up and sat next to her, putting his arm around her for comfort. "I will ask Colby if he can find out where he was sold to. He knows all the plantations in the county. I bet he can find your Pa."

Jasmine looked up as she smiled briefly. "You would be doing that for me?"

John got up to leave. As he left he told her. "I will first thing tomorrow." John stood to leave, "Just don't tell anyone about it. Don't even bring it up to Colby. If he found out it is for you, he will think you will get ideas about running."

Jasmine nodded her head in agreement. John and Jasmine exchanged smiles as he stepped out of the cabin. John quietly walked back to the house trying not to wake his father or any of the other slaves. When he reached his room he stared out the window for a time to see if he could watch over her cabin. Although he could not see anything the idea of protecting her made him feel at peace.

***

John woke up to the sounds of a working plantation. Although sleeping in was frowned upon, John found that he could get away with it from time to time. He was happy that his father was busy enough not to realize and that most of the house slaves gave him no notice.

The first thing John did was spring up to the window and peer out to Jasmine's cabin. He told himself it was to check if it was disturbed but he'd hoped to get a glimpse of her. When he saw her with a wash basin cleaning clothes he took a sigh of comfort knowing she did not run. Mr. Harken was not around either, so he took this as a good sign, and got his day underway.

When John got downstairs he was told that his father, and Colby had left to go to the Market place with a few of the new slaves. His father was dropping them off at the auction to be sold this week. The thought of Mr. Harken left alone with Jasmine...(left him uneasy). He had a suspicion that Harken wanted to bed her, and will inevitably try to again.

With the light work load given John, he was able to stroll about the plantation with very little to do. Most of the skilled slaves did not need direct supervision. It would not be uncommon to see them walking about tending their own garden, or relaxing on a hot day. The overseer was normally watching over the field slaves and the main work of the plantation. John suspected he must have been out in the fields when he had not seen him around.

John said hello to those he passed including Jasmine, he did not want to arouse any talk by only greeting her. Although he did nothing special, Jasmine grinned with the relief that he was close to her. John felt a twinge of guilt. He was the reason she was here, living with the fear of Harken at every turn. He must cheer her up. John immediately knew how.

There was a patch of wildflowers not too far off that John knew of. He raced there as quickly as possible yet slow enough to not arouse anyone's curiosity. He quickly picked the best ones he could find in the shortest time, stashing them in his shirt as he walked back to the main house with a mind to find a vase. When they were in the vase, he left them in his room before heading back out to the fields. John knew that he still had to do some work before his tutor arrived.

Once John finished his studies and met with his returning father, supper was ready. The evening was spent listening to how his father made money off of the new purchases. John heard how the slaves he sold could have been used, but the ready cash would be needed for other endeavors. He really did want to be interested but his thoughts lay with Jasmine.

John waited till his father was in the study reading before sneaking out the back door. Old Millie was there to close the door for him. It was as if she knew what he was up to. John always had a good relationship with her. He trusted Old Millie and knew she'd lie for him if necessary. When she saw the vase full of flowers in his hand her eyes lit up with a knowing look. Did she believe he was going to bed some girl?

He gave her a quick explanation before making an even quicker exit. "It's not what you think. Just to make someone feel better is all."

Old Millie smiled as John left the house. "Just don't be lettin' ya Pa finds out. Lord, heaven knows what will happen."

John chuckled to himself even as she said it. He knew she knew more gossip than anyone on the plantation and yet she never told a soul her secrets. John was quick about his pace and made his way to Jasmine's cabin faster than the night before. As he got closer he could see her waiting by the window with none else inside. John visibly sighed with relief.

Jasmine quickly opened the door to let John in. Once inside he gently moved her aside to place his unlit lantern at the doorstep. If Mr. Harken did come by, he would know who was inside. He closed the door and smiled at Jasmine. He wondered how she'd accept her gift. Would she smile? Her full brown lips would pull back in a smile and the gleam in her eye would light up her small heart shaped face. Jasmine looked at him as if waiting for him to speak. He then realized he was staring again. He quickly pulled out from his coat and presented her a glass vase filled with an assortment of flowers from the field.

"I thought you might like these, and maybe help cheer you up." John said, as he cautiously waited for her reaction.

Jasmine's smile was brighter than he'd hoped, lighting the drab room with joy. "Thanks too much Mr. John. Theys beautiful." John returned her smile, as his heart felt at peace.

"Don't know hows I can thank ya," Jasmine began then her smile began to fade, " 'less you gots a way in mind."

"No, no, I just came by to make sure he was not here," John rushed to explain, hating to see her gloom return, "and to make you feel a tad bit better about yourself."

Jasmine's smile returned, softer somehow, and more sincere. John gaze lingered longer than he intended, so he simply nodded and turned toward the door.

"I reckon he won't be round tonight nows you here. You gonna stay a spell?" Jasmine said her back turned as she placed the vase of flowers on the beat up old table, pausing to smell the sweetness of the flowers.

John wondered why she would ask knowing he was just about to leave and she was unhurt by anyone. "Mr. Harken won't bother you tonight, I am pretty sure he saw the lantern outside the door." He said reassuring her.

"When you leaves, reckon he be thinking it's his turn." She said before lifting her fearful gaze to his, "Also thinkin he not hears us, and might be wondering if we really doing it."

John did not want to believe she was right, but knew it might be true. John again for the second night tried to ease her fears. "I will leave my lantern out front as a warning. Just take it in and hide it in the morning."

Jasmine gave a look as if her life was hanging in the balance. Without saying a word she nodded her head to John agreeing to the plan. John sneaked out into the dead of night and back to the main house. His last worry now was the night and finding his way without any source of light.

At the main house John found the side door left open for him. The only one who would do that was Old Millie. John knew he would have to thank her in the morning. John crept to his room making as little noise as possible. He finally took a deep breath when he closed his door behind him happy he had gotten away with something. John's heart was racing so much he could barely sleep, thinking about trying not to think about Jasmine.

The next day John made a point to see Old Millie before leaving the house. When he saw her she smiled and walked away as the sound of a ringing bell called her. Before she left she only winked and nudged John toward the side door. John took her nudge as a sign of something to do, and he went outside.

Outside, John saw Mr. Harken standing near the smokehouse. He had his eyes trained on Jasmine as she was bent over a washboard scrubbing clothes. Her covered hair was hanging out on the sides, and the top of her chest was exposed as she scrubbed fast on the washboard. John found himself watching as well. Jasmine's breasts swayed each time her body and arms moved on the washboard, her skin covered dampened by the water.

Suddenly Mr. Harken moved, making his way towards Jasmine. Some of the slaves stopped what they were doing and watched as Harken crossed towards her. They all knew that Mr. Harken had set his sights on her and could only imagine what was going to happen. John acted quickly, walking to Jasmine and making it there before Harken by a good five steps.

Once John was in front of her she looked up at him then Mr. Harken. John announced loud enough for Harken and the slaves that were watching to hear. "Need you in the main house to help out there. Kitchen staff is shorthanded. I want you working with Millie from now on."
Jasmine nodded pushing to her feet. Her heart was beating erratically as Mr. Harken came near. She kept her eyes down on her work. She hadn't even seen John appear but was filled with relief and admittedly joy when she heard his voice. She visibly relaxed when her back was turned toward Harken. She wanted to smile but wouldn't dare. She kept her head down and followed John.

Mr. Harken scowled as if his prize was somehow taken from him. John ignored him as if he had no idea of his true intentions towards Jasmine. Walking her to the main house kitchen, she gripped his hand when they were far enough away. She knew what would have happened if John hadn't shown up. Jasmine said nothing during the quick walk yet she never let go of his hand and smiled when they'd reached the door.

Old Millie opened the door and looked about before acknowledging John and Jasmine. "Best comes in now girl, folks be staring and talking."

John reluctantly left Jasmine with Old Millie. He never asked if Old Millie needed the help or not. John knew she would never turn down help or good company. John smiled to himself because he knew that Mr. Harken had no real power over her either. The only person Old Millie reported to was his mother, and she was not on the plantation. Even his father stayed away from her when his wife was not on the plantation.

John went about his daily routine without so much as a nod from Mr. Harken. John knew that he would try to get his revenge tonight. John would be ready. He had his route already planned out by the time the sun had set. To John's surprise, Jasmine opened the door as soon as he was close. When the door shut, she looked like the cat who'd gotten the cream.

Jasmine threw her arms around him as soon as he was in the warm confines of her cabin. She took John by surprise yet he instinctively accepted her affection, holding her in his arms. The knowledge of what could have happened, what John had saved her from, hung between them as she held him closer. John never expected her embrace would be so passionate, but when her large brown eyes looked into his he was glad for it. He leaned in to tell her something but it was immediately forgotten as John gave into his emotions. He kissed her lips ever so softly. Jasmine relaxed into his arms from the kiss and pulled him closer. As she felt the heat of his nearness her body began to tingle.

John realized he'd gotten carried away and quickly pulled away. "I must apologize. Don't know what came over me."

Jasmine instantly missed the embrace of her savior. It was her first kiss and it still tingled on her lips. "Sorry, sah. I shouldna hugged ya likes that."

John saw the disappointment in her eyes, and wondered if she really meant it. "If I let you hug me like that, would you want that."

Jasmine looked up at him confused. Suddenly, a small smile broke across her face, "Would you be kissing me like thats again if I dids?" she said in a jestful tone.

"Would you be wanting me to?" John answered with a smile of his own.

Jasmine stepped forward until she was inches away and his breath fanned her cheek. Wordlessly, she ran her hands up his chest, past his broad shoulders and around his neck, pressing her body against him. Her gaze never left his, as if daring him. John wrapped his arms around the small of her waist, pressing her full breasts against him. He gripped her tightly, lifting her up until she had no other option than to wrap her legs around him. John then kissed her as if she was the only person he ever wanted to kiss. Jasmine sighed into their kiss as his tongue explored her mouth.

Jasmine returned John's affections with her tongue. Her thighs gripped tighter as her body coiled around his. John felt her ebony body so close as he kissed her that his own body responded, his heart beating faster, and blood flowing quickly to his groin. The moment his manhood got hard, there was no hiding it as it was firmly pressed between them.

He pulled away from the kiss embarrassed. "So sorry... I did not intend to."

Jasmine gazed at him with pure emotion. "You cans if you wants to."

John wondered what she meant. Was she saying that she wanted to have sex, or that he could have sex with her because she was his slave. "I would not want you to think..."

Jasmine cut him off by kissing him quickly. "I wants you to," she said softly, "and I knows you wants it too." She said the last looking down between them before smiling playfully.

John moved over to the bed setting Jasmine down. She set her feet on the floor as she laid back making room for him on the small cot. Jasmine lifted her dress past dark thighs stopping at their apex. She looked up at him, an expectant smile on her face. He realized he had been drinking in the sight of her bare flesh.

John leaned in and kissed her as he positioned himself between her dark legs. He cupped her face as his lips and tongue met hers. Jasmine's small hands roamed his body, stopping to undo his pants, pushing them down past his hips, and freeing his now throbbing member. Excitement rushed through them both as the need to be much closer overwhelmed them.

Jasmine's body writhed beneath him, as his hand slid up her body cupping her breast through her dress. She sighed as her hardened nipples pressed into his palm. John moved his body so that his erect manhood could find its home inside her willing love hole. As he slid it across her sex Jasmine shuddered at the sweet friction. John dipped it down so it sat at her entrance. Just as his swollen head pushed into her she gasped in pain, stiffening beneath him, if only for a second.

"Sorry, its be my first time and all." She said softly.

John realized that he was going to be her first, he knew he was no better off than she was.

"I can stop if you want?" He said already pulling away.

Jasmine smiled before kissing him again, wrapping her arms around his waist. She nodded for him to continue when their kiss was broken. He could feel her brace for the pain.

John pushed into her tightness, breaking her virginal wall with his white rod. She was a woman now, she smiled as she knew she gave it to the right man. He was kind, compassionate, brave and clever but more importantly, he made her feel like a person and not property. She would have no other for her first. John smiled back as he withdrew and slowly pushed in to the hilt. He paused there as she adjusted to being filled with his erection. It was such a foreign feeling, painful and yet it felt good to be filled with his hot, hard heat.

When Jasmine nodded her acceptance, he continued with slow and steady thrusts into her ebony love canal. Each time he pushed in, John could see the emotions of both pleasure and pain on her face. John continued to kiss her, he wanted her to know his intentions were to make sure she felt as good as she made him feel.

Jasmine couldn't tell where she ended and he began. She couldn't tell the pleasure from the pain. She was now moaning as her body accepted John's shafting, stretching her core. Her sex was now wet as she moaned in ecstasy. Although, pain was still present in her face, she clutched at him, her knees drawing up past his hips sending his cock deeper into her tight opening. Her passionate mewling never stopped in between John's passionate kisses and pounding erection. With each moan John thrusted harder, but not enough to cause her more pain. His body was going faster as he felt the peak of his ecstasy near.

John had no idea of how much time had passed, seconds or hours, but he knew that he could not last too much longer. Still continuing to thrust inside her now very slick dark entrance, he felt his own end close. Not knowing what to do, he never stopped until the end was a mere push away. John came thrusting deeply into her womb.

The moment John's seed filled Jasmine's body she threw her head back moaning at the new sensation. "Oh lord thats feels hot insides of me."

John moaned when Jasmine's kiss met his lips as he continued to thrust his steady stream inside her. Suddenly Jasmine spread legs wrapped around him, holding him tight.

"John," she moaned loudly as she came for the first time.

She didn't know what he'd done to her, but it was the best thing she had ever felt. Her whole body spasmed with ecstasy. John continued his pleasure, shooting all of his white sperm deep inside of Jasmine's willing cervix, as it gripped him in turn. As John was about pull out thinking he was finished, she held him tight, her legs wrapping around him as he felt her sex grip his erection.

"Keeps it in me. It be feeling good," she said on a breathy sigh, as tendrils of pleasure thrummed through her body.

John leaned in again to hold her face and kiss her dark full lips. Her lips were so soft as he could feel her female muscles grip him over and over. Still erect, he left himself inside of her as their tongues explored each other's mouths. Enjoying that beautiful moment, John never let his lips depart from her mouth as his manhood finally slipped out from her tight love hole.

The sound of footsteps broke through the night, interrupting their bliss. Jasmine was the first to react, pushing him away before telling him, "You gots ta leave, get dressed and go!"

John got dressed as he watched Jasmine jump up to the window to spy on who was outside, "You be in real trouble if Mista Harken catch you. Don't wants ya to be getting in troubles for me." Before he could say anything or kiss her goodbye, she shoved him out the door.

John saw the lantern in the distance move further away as he skulked back to the house and to his room. He wanted to run back and tell her he wasn't afraid of Harken but knew she was right. That night he recalled every second he had just spent with his first girl. He recalled every caress, smile and moan. He never imagined he would lose his virginity before marriage, and never to a slave.

***

John awoke to the sun beating down on his face. He had overslept and no one woke him. As he dressed and headed downstairs the sound of female laughter and the smell of breakfast greeted him. He walked in the small kitchen past the main table to see Jasmine laughing right next to Old Mille. The both of them looked giddy and not surprised to see him.

Old Millie pushed him back to the main dinner table as Jasmine grabbed a plate of food and followed. "Be sittin' before you goes outside. Made youse a hot plate too. Can't be having you leave wit out some food in yours belly."

John sat at the table and watched as Old Millie left and Jasmine passed her with a plate of food in her hands. She placed it right in front of him giving him a knowing smile before turning to walk away.

"Jasmine," he said softly, quickly grabbing her hand stopping her in her tracks. Jasmine paused to scan the room to make sure they wouldn't be disturbed. She leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Can't be talking, Misses be close by. I wants to tell you how much l likes it last night."

John smiled and tried his best to talk softly. "I can come by again."

Jasmine replied back softly as she once again scanned to the other room. "I gots to work tonight on the account of company be coming over."

"How about I come over before they get here?" John inquired.

Jasmine smiled and caressed his face. "Can't be having you do your thing in me before I works. Tooks forever for its to come out of me last night."

John felt guilty, he didn't want her thinking he was only interested in sex. That would make him no better than Harken, "I am sorry. I will leave it up to you when you're ready."

Jasmine laughed quietly to herself. "Don't be so sorry all the times. I likes when you come by. I be liking it so much when you did its inside me. I'd be ok with you coming by any nights I don't have works."

Jasmine scanned the room once again before leaning in to kiss John on the lips. This was only a small kiss but to Jasmine this was everything. She had never kissed another before John, and never wanted to kiss any other now. John could hear her and Old Millie giggling like school chums once they were left alone again.

***

John walked in on his father as he was packing some papers in his study. When John saw the bags he knew that his father would be heading off to their summer home soon. He just did not know it would be so early this year. The crop was not even close to being done, but John figured his mother was wanting company.

John's father looked up and smiled as he spoke, "Your Ma wants me to leave early. I sent for Mr. Halloway to handle the point flow and oversee the fields 'till I return for the harvest. I know you would like to stay, and I told your Ma that you're old enough to decide if you want to leave for the summer."

John knew Mr. Halloway ran one of his father's small fields by himself. John had always liked Mr. Halloway. He was a very close friend of his father and known to be a fair man.

John shook his head, "I would like to stay on, Sir. I want to handle the fields next year, and Mr. Halloway can teach me a lot."

His father smiled as he continued to stuff papers in a satchel, happy to see his son take an interest in the plantation. "Ok it's solved. I will let you stay here for the rest of the season and let you run Hannover Fields next year."

***

John left his father's study to prepare for the day. He wondered why his father was giving the main fields to Mr. Halloway, and not Mr. Harken. He also wondered why he was giving him Hannover Fields for next year's planting. John smirked knowing that was what Mr. Harken wanted. John's mind drifted back to thoughts of Jasmine and the smile on her face this morning. He felt a quick detour was in order. John collected a bouquet of what Jasmine loved the most and left it on the back kitchen door before heading off to his tutor, imagining her reaction all the way.

The day went off without any issue from Mr. Harken or his lackeys. John managed to find his way back to his room to get ready for the gathering with friends to see his father off. Most of the people showing up were just trying to get something from his father but a few came with well wishes and to bid him farewell before his departure for the season. It was always good food and company for John and missing it would be huge loss.

John did manage to sneak past the few servants setting up to get into the kitchen. There he spotted Jasmine all alone wearing a blue dress that looked very new and tidy, her hair covered in a blue wrap, and her chest pushed up by her dress. Old Millie was nowhere to be had, and Jasmine was preparing some sort of pastry. The creak of the floorboards revealed him to Jasmine who in turn lit up like a sunrise morning after a storm. "Mistah John! You be scaring the devils out of me."

John casually walked over to her as she put the pastry dough down and wiped her hands on the apron that hung off her dress. John quickly moved in for a kiss, but was rebuked with a glance before Jasmine turned away. "Mistah John, cans you give me a hands in the other room with a barrel?"

John nodded yes. Why was she so formal and off put to him? John walked over to the small room where the extra casks were stored. It was a very small room and only a few people could fit in it at any one time. Normally the room was packed during this time of year, but now was somewhat empty. The moment the two of them were in the room Jasmine closed the door before pulling him in for a passionate embrace. Lord she wanted to do that since she'd found the flowers he'd left for her. He was all that was on her mind since.

John ignoring the fact the house was filled with servants and soon to be guests and openly kissed Jasmine. Her arms tightened around him and he enjoyed the way her body molded to his. John could not help himself, he lifted her body up so she now sat on the barrel they were supposed to be getting. His lips never left hers and his hands roamed free on the back of her dress, wishing he could peel it off of her.

Jasmine reached below, happy to find John growing member in her hand. "Puts it in me quick." She said sliding the skirt of her dress up her legs.

John looked at her and then to the door behind him. It lacked any sort of lock. "We can get caught. Old Millie could walk right in."

Jasmine smiled impishly. "She done gone to help the others. I needs you bad, been thinkin' 'bout youse all day and how you loved me. I wants to feels it again."

John answered by capturing her lips with his. Jasmine fumbled with her clothing as he quickly pulled down his own clothes. John was ready to take control but he felt her grip his now solid erection. She placed it right at the entrance of her love canal urging him to push it home. John did without any further coercion, as they both gasped at the pleasure of their union. Their eyes locked as Jasmine once again was penetrated with John's white manhood.

Jasmine mewled with satisfaction as John continued to enter her moist sex. Her sighs of pleasure fueled John's passion and he kissed her as he plunged as deep as he could inside of her. Jasmine groaned into their kiss and John feared it was too much. He pulled out a little to see if it was as painful as the prior night. "If it hurts let me know."

Jasmine grinned at John's concern, she could see the powerful emotion in his deep blue eyes. Her body felt only waves of pleasure from having his thick manhood inside of her. Jasmine did manage to moan her intentions. "Be ok. Be feeling good whens you deep inside me is all. Just loves me likes you did last nights."

John kissed her again trailing his lips over her cheek and down her neck. His body was now thrusting harder as his white sex stretched her still tight love opening to his size. Each time he was fully rooted inside of her John could feel the pulse of her body as she writhed in pleasure. He could not get enough of her reactions to his thrusting. Her fingers dug into his flesh, urging him on as she whispered his name like a prayer.

John reclaimed her supple lips, muffling her moans. John couldn't tell if she was in pain or enjoying it so he broke both their kiss and his thrusting. Jasmine looked at him in despair, "Oh lords don't be stoppin'. You feels too good in me to be stopping so soons."

John returned kissing her large lips, his tongue pushing past them as he pushed back inside of her tight ebony body. Jasmine pulled him closer as her desire reached new heights. Suddenly Jasmine felt the peak of her pleasure as her body convulsed around him. John felt her love canal rapidly grip and release him as his member easily pushed in and out of her now slick entrance. Not stopping for anything now, he pounded harder knowing she was capable of it. With each moan he muffled in his mouth he felt her wet sex continue to get slicker as his own manhood sloshed back and forth inside her. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed into her with the rhythm of his thrusts.

When John finally felt he could no longer continue, for his own passion was about to release, he broke the kiss to look at her. As their eyes met Jasmine nodded, she knew her womb would once again be flooded with her owner's son's seed. Jasmine was on the verge of another climax as she sensed her body's own desire to be filled with hot potent sperm.

John thrust harder as his now throbbing prick buried deeper inside of Jasmine.

"Do it, finish insides me," she breathed close to his ear as she knew what was about to happen. John's jaw dropped as his body prepared for a momentous orgasm. His body stiffened yet his thrusting continued as pressure built and his eyes widened. Jasmine lifted her legs up, wrapping them around his body as John shuttered quickly and released his orgasm deep inside her. Jasmine kissed him as she felt each pump of his throbbing sex release its sperm in her fertile body. She kissed him with such passion as she her sex gripped and contracted around his hot shooting member.
They stayed like that until they'd caught their breath. Coming down from their high, John fixed his pants, while she her dress. He gave her one more kiss as she wrapped her arms tight around him.

"You be liking that donts you?" She said against his lips.

John smiled and replied. "I should say the same to you."

Jasmine chuckled as she brushed past him to the door. "Be thinking you likes the wrong things though."

John wanted to answer back but she'd already left the hidden confines of the storage room. He needed to leave quickly as to not arouse suspicion. He left the storage room not answering her his true feelings. John put his hand on the small of her back. He would pull her in for another deep embrace if he could. Jasmine knew this and gave him a smile that almost stopped his heart. He had to focus and turn for fear of walking into something.

Just as he left the room the back door opened and Old Millie walked in. John heard the faint sound of her chastising Jasmine. "Be careful girl. Belly be gettin' big and questions have to be answered." John had walked far enough away that he could not hear Jasmine's response to that.

What were his true feelings, and what would he do if the repercussions of what they were doing came to light? He didn't have answers for these questions, but he knew that he loved to make her smile.

John made his best to get ready and prepare for the night's party. He put on his good clothes and washed up from his encounter with Jasmine. By the time he'd gotten downstairs and greeted the arriving guests it had almost been two hours since he saw Jasmine. Although there were plenty of slaves serving food and drinks she wasn't among them.

John walked the room meeting and talking to the guests. He bumped into Mr. Halloway and had a good conversation about the fields he was now in charge of. When John spotted Mr. Harken he noticed the scowl he directed toward Mr. Halloway. John had no idea he held such distaste for him. That made two people he did not like, along with the assorted other groups that made his list. John often wondered who the man did like.

John grew tired of the festivities after a few hours and spared time gathering up some of the nicer dishes. He had a nice plate of both food and desserts. Stashing them in a hidden spot in the kitchen, he noticed Jasmine was still nowhere to be found. He did not want to ask Old Millie or any of the other house slaves for fear of getting her into trouble but he was beginning to worry.

John made sure that none of the glasses or the serving plates were empty though. He gathered the food to be placed on the trays as the servers came back for more. Old Millie said nothing as she finished the last of the night's food and drinks.

When most of the guest started to leave, John made his way to the front door to see them out with his father. They all said the same things in one form or another, best wishes for his father's early departure and regret that his mother could not be there. They all said their goodbyes and took to their carriages. The waiting drivers for the carriages even managed to leave in a timely manner too. All in all the night was a success except, John hadn't spotted Jasmine all night.

When his father announced he was going to bed, John gave him a hug for he knew he would not see him again. His father would leave early and he would not be awake for his departure.

John made his way to the kitchen one last time that night. He finally saw Jasmine walking in through the back door and was filled with relief until Colby walked in behind her. Old Millie saw this as well and turned to John with fear in her eyes. She knew that Jasmine was off the plantation, and she allowed it. John could have all three of them whipped for letting it happen. Jasmine ignored Old Millie's fear and rushed over to him. Before he could speak she quickly blurted out everything, "Colby took me to see my Pa!" Her eyes filled with the sweetest emotion as she took his hand in hers and continued, " I can't thanks you 'nuff for letting me knows he be safe."

John looked at her in the eyes, reading the sincerity there in, he squeezed her hand gently before turning to both Colby and Old Millie. "Don't tell anyone, and if anyone asks, Jasmine was fetching casks the whole night. Party guests drank a lot and we ran low."

Everyone in the room fell silent, for John just implicated himself in the whole scheme. John walked away for not wanting to be seen with the servants as they cleaned up, but before he left, he gave all three a big smile and took out his hidden stash of food for them. "Saved you some of the good stuff too. Guests were like a alligators tearing up the place."

John went to his room and passed out not long after that. His heart was beating so fast, he was astounded he even got to sleep. He was so nervous with Jasmine being gone. He was worried of the danger she faced leaving, and more so he feared that he would not be able to see her again. His last thoughts before sleeping was missing the smile on her face.

***

John woke up to Jasmine straddling his body. She was still wearing the same blue dress with its matching head wrap. She had a big smile on her face as her full lips pulled back over white teeth and her big eyes gleamed. She leaned down to kiss him as he still wasn't quite awake.

"Mornin' sleepy. Mastah left, and only you me and Millie ins dah house. She be at church wit dah others too. It's just us."

John smiled as he regained his thoughts and wits. "Does Old Millie know you're not going? What about the others?"

Jasmine smiled again and leapt off the bed to draw the curtains back. "Most people be going to church but be back soon seein' the storm be coming."

John could easily see the storm clouds and knew that he had the run of the house almost the entire day. Before he could say any more Jasmine was already straddling him once again. She smirked like she had something over on him. "What's got you all fired up?" John asked.

Jasmine leaned in bracing herself next to his head, her face inches from his. "You sleeps without your breeches." She whispered, giggling as she finished her comment.

She leaned back again still sitting astride him.

Amused, John said "Oh so you get to see me while I sleep, no contest?"

Jasmine once again giggled, reaching behind her to undo her dress. Once her hands were behind her, her eyes fixated on John's, as she loosened her dress and pulled it down to reveal her breasts to him. Her nervous hands quickly covered her bosom seconds after revealing her dark flesh..

John stopped her as she tried to cover herself. He slid his hand up her side and over to her other breast. His other hand released hers and moved to her back as he pulled her close to him. He felt her soft breasts for only a moment before her body arched against him. John pulled her down into a sensual kiss before he rolled them over until he was on top of her.

Jasmine relaxed beneath him, letting her hands drop to her sides. She watched him intently as he pulled more of her dress down until it was at her waist. Jasmine gave up any form of modesty and pushed the rest down until she lay completely nude beneath him. John saw her wary face as if she was expected him to reject her.

His gaze slid down to her breasts. They were soft, full and fit perfectly in John's hands. They were large yet fit her small frame. John paused just as Jasmine posed her question. "You be liking the ways I looks? Knew you be liking the way it feels when youse be inside me. Just not be thinkin you like the ways I look."

John caressed her face with the back of his hand as he answered. "I love the way you look. Thought you were the prettiest thing ever since I saw you picking those flowers."

Jasmine couldn't stop her smile. Even the way he looked at her made her stomach flutter. She placed her hand on top of his as his fingers caressed the side of her face. She raised his fingertips to her lips, pressing a kiss there before moving them to her breast. John turned his focus lower to her ebony breasts as he felt the sheer perfection of her skin. Her dark nipples adorned the tops of her breasts and were erect. John moved in, placing his mouth over their peak. He had no idea what forced him to do it, but the mere sight of them made him want a taste.

She let out a soft moan as his hot wet mouth covered her sensitive nipple. John could not stop himself as he sucked on her nipple like a newborn infant, each time getting a moan from Jasmine. She laid there sprawled naked moving in utter joy while John sucked on her dark breasts. Moving to her other nipple only made her squirm more, grinding herself against him.

When John finally broke free, he positioned himself between her legs. Jasmine smirked up at him, her nipples still teased and poking upwards, "Be showing you dem more, nows I know you like a baby wit dem."

John gave a smile and laughed, "If you show me them more then we will never get anything done."

Jasmine laughed as she now spread her legs wider. "Only thing we be gettin' done is making your thing go offs in me."

John shifted his body closer as his hands were braced to the side of Jasmine. The head of his erection was a simple push away from entering Jasmine's dark love hole. He leaned in and said "I can take it out before it does."

"Be liking it too much for youse to takes it out. Just be wantin you to takes care of me if my belly be gettin bigs from it." Jasmine said, deep emotion in her dark eyes.

John eased into Jasmine as he watched her face fill with ecstasy. Never was she more beautiful to him than in that moment as he watched her delight in having his white rod buried deep inside her.

"I always take care of those I love." He said just before kissing her.

Jasmine legs tightened around him the moment John shared his true feelings. John pushed deeper into her feeling her body shudder and grip his shaft. Slipping his tongue between her lips, he withdrew only to thrust into her again. As he continued, he felt how slick her sex was. It easily slid into her despite her love hole being so tight. Feeling her legs wrap around his waist only made him thrust harder turning her soft mewling into moans.

John did not hesitate in ripping her head wrap off as his passion was full born. The swift action revealed countless coils of black dreads that spilled over her shoulders to the bed. Jasmine pulled her head back as John's kisses no longer muffled her moans of ecstasy. John buried his hands in the mass, lifting her now uncovered head to bring her to his lips. John once again felt those soft lips that called to him. Jasmine opened up her mouth and heart as she allowed herself to moan as her love fluids coated their thighs. She pressed her hips up to meet his on every thrust sending him deeper, her sensitive nub rubbing against him. She wanted to give her white lover everything she had. Her body seized as John's efforts remained steady. She threw her head back as she felt herself reach a peak before falling off into ecstasy. Her body shuddered and tightened.

Making no precautions to the sounds being made, John kept up thrusting his hard white manhood inside Jasmine's wet sex. Her moans of joy only got louder the more his throbbing tool pounded deep. With each hard thrust she let out breathy escapes of bliss. John alternated kissing her and staring into her dark wide eyes. Jasmine returned his gazes as if they both knew the feelings that ran between them. Jasmine tried to swallow her moans but the pleasure she got from John's ramming home his white prick was too intense.

John did not know why his hard shaft was slipping inside of her so easily, almost being pushed out by her gripping muscles. The sensation of wetness almost made him stop, but the warming feeling it gave intensified the sensation of being inside her. The more he thrust the more Jasmine kissed him, her tongue pushing into his mouth, dancing with his tongue as his pulsing member bottomed out in her love canal.

John wanted to keep up his steady fast pace, but his own ecstasy was fast approaching. Jasmine held on to him so tight, and her tongue was so passionate he could not tell her he was going to fill her womb up with his seed. John continued thrusting until he could do no more. In one final push he held firm and let loose all of his potent sperm deep past her cervix. He knew at that moment that Jasmine felt it gush and spurt inside her. She fell into another orgasm, holding him tight to her. She moaned louder as her legs and vaginal wall gripped so tight around him and his shaft.

John finally broke the kiss to breath. Panting heavily, he tried to move off of Jasmine to lay next to her. Jasmine only held her legs in place, gripping his body as he tried to break free. "Nots yet. I wants it to finish." She drawled in a breathy voice.

John laughed and fell to the side. Jasmine was too weak from their lovemaking to hold her legs in place to stop him so she only kept her legs bent at the knees and lifted. He kissed her on the lips as she tried to keep her legs in the air. Laughing as she finally let go and lay exhausted next to him. "Knew you couldn't hold that for long."

Jasmine giggled and smirked back. "I may nots be able to holds it, but I knows when your thingy gets up in the morning. Be on tops of you tomorrow havings you inside me."

John moved his arm under her and pulled her into his arms. Jasmine laid her head on his chest and he kissed her there. She snuggled into him, their naked bodies slick with sweat were now entwined. He held her close as he kissed just below her ear before whispering. "I will give you anything you want. I really meant what I said before."

Jasmine grinned up at him. "Lots of things I be wantin," she said softly, "But rights now I be wantin' your thing to gets all hard again."

John kissed her full lips again and released his hold on her. "I need something to drink, while you are wanting your thing."

Jasmine smirked and nudged John as he got up from the bed. Her eyes fixated on his naked body, admiring his every slope and angle as he walked over to his night shirt. She glanced over his broad shoulders and every muscle that moved beneath his skin, to his softening manhood. Jasmine never imagined that she would be in love with her master's son, more so she could not believe he loved her too. She wanted this moment to last forever. Lord knows what could happen in the future. She just hoped it was with him.

John knew that if he turned around he would see those big eyes and smile that he loved so much, "Let me go gets the jug, I can gets it right quick." She offered when he did turn around.

As Jasmine reached for her dress, John spoke to stop her. "You said that there was nobody here. Leave the dress off for awhile."

Jasmine feigned a deep sigh, "Be thinkin' you never lets me put clothes on again. Well, the pitcher just outside the hall. So you best be looking quick cause I be back before youse knows I was even gone." she said the last chuckling.

John watched as Jasmine left the room to fetch the pitcher of water usually kept outside on a small table. Her body was formed perfection. Her rich brown skin was flawless and damp with sweat from their lovemaking. Her body showed no scars or lash marks from any forms of discipline. Her small wound dreads fell over her shoulders. John's eyes ran over her small frame as she made her way to the door. Her small waist bloomed to full hips, and her ass swayed hypnotically with her every step. Her body seemed flawless to him in every aspect.

As Jasmine came back in the room, the soft squeak of the door brought his attention back to her. Today was a rare day for them to be so nude at such a time. It was the first time he saw Jasmine without any articles of clothing obstructing his view. Her breasts were full and looked mouthwatering. The dark bush of pubic hair that covered her sex was not as thick as he assumed, clearly making out the folds of her love area as she walked through the doorway.

Jasmine placed the pitcher on the dresser, her eyes studying the contours of John's nude body as she knew he was doing of her. She looked away with a small smile when she knew she was caught. Her eyes landed on the bed in which they made love. Jasmine's eyes went from flirtatious to worried, as she saw the large stain left over from their interlude. "Oh lords no! I be in so much troubles. I so sorry. I can cleans it right quick."

Jasmine reached for her dress to find the apron still attached to it. John looked confused until he also spotted the large wet area of his bed. Just as he was about to respond to Jasmine's panic he caught sight of something else. Unconcerned about his sheets, he fixated on the folds of Jasmine's sex clearly visible between her thighs as she bent over fumbling with her dress. She tried to remove the apron to clean the soiled sheets as Johns focus was on the remnants of their lovemaking leaking past the tight lips of her sex. Her backside parted even more as she continued to fumble with the dress. John saw all of her exposed privates, and it turned him on to no end.

John quickly stepped behind Jasmine placing his hands on her hips. "They can be replaced later. Nothing to worry about now."

Jasmine stopped trying to free the apron when she felt John grip her and poised his thick member at her entrance. She realized quickly what was about to happen.

"You sure you nots mad. I can clean it's right...Oh Lords you feels so big." She said the last on a groan as John pierced her opening with his now hard manhood.

With little resistance from her slick tight hole, he pushed in easily. Her vaginal folds gave way as his leftover orgasm provided lubrication for John to have her once again.

John held her hips as his body pounded softly. Having him enter her in this new position excited her. She moaned softly as her body moved back on John, pushing his love rod deeper into her body. She withstood his passionate thrusting as John reached down, cupping her breasts and pulling her into his chest. Jasmine allowed herself to be moved as she felt him turn her head to the side to capture her lips in a kiss. Still cupping her breasts, his fingers found her erect nipple to pinch and tug on.

Jasmine moaned loudly as her own sex reacted to the beautiful sensation of being filled with John's thick white shaft. As it slipped into her at ever increasing speeds her body flooded with carnal bliss as she produced more fluid. He slipped into her easier as the wet sounds of the union and Jasmine's moans filled the air. Losing control of her body, Jasmine held onto John's hands as they teased and pleasured her pointing nipples.

John felt the warmth of her snug vaginal walls close in each time he pumped into her. The sensation of wetness was ever increasing as he continued to hear Jasmine's moans from their lovemaking. Her kisses were weakened as she gasped for the air to moan. She was overwhelmed by the sensations of their intimate love making. The feel of his lips on her neck, his fingers plucking her nipples and his thick member filling her wet hole brought Jasmine to an edge she didn't know was there.

Jasmine's grip on John's hands tightened as a warning. "Needs to stops. I haves to go..." It was too late her body convulsed and in the sheer throes of euphoria, she cried out her pleasure with abandon. John couldn't stop now if he wanted to. He felt his own manhood get covered in a strong flow of warm wetness. He, in turn, pushed deep into her from the amazing feeling and let go a sudden rush of sperm inside of Jasmine as her own orgasm continued to flow out.

John moaned out, pumping his sperm inside Jasmine's fertile bod. She quickly let go of him and covered her mouth in horror. Jasmine fell forward onto the bed as the fluids of her vagina still flowed from both John's seed, and her own orgasm.
"So sorry! I dids not means to do that! I cleans it, please just dont be mads at me!"

John grabbed Jasmine's hands as she tried to cover her dripping sex. He pulled her hands away and lay next to her in the bed. John pulled her into his loving embrace again. "I am not mad at you. That felt amazing. I finished because it felt so good."

Jasmine saw barely concealed laughter in John's face at her panic. She giggled herself at her overreaction. Then playfully hit John. "Cant be makin me thinks I soiled myself. Be in enough troubles as it be."

John pulled her tighter into him, "What trouble? No one knows about last night."

Jasmine sat up and turned to face him. "Millie be leaving when the storm done pass. Millie say that if Misses be seeing my belly big she be askin' question. When she find out who dids it she be fixing on beatin' me for its."

John put his hand on her legs as her naked body was now in full view for him again. Seeing her soft features covered in a sheen of sweat only made him desire her more. Although his body could not perform yet, his ambitions still yearned to take her once again.

John now understood her fears. He'd never considered the repercussions of his actions but was of the mind that he'd do anything to care for her. His only concern was for her well being and desires. "Are you afraid of what might happen?"

Jasmine sighed before she answered. "Always just been me and Pah, til he been sold. Always be wanting a family of mine owns. Be even better ifs a mans I loves be giving me it. Now I haves what I really wants and mights be gettin in troubles for it."

He did know that no one would really know unless someone said something. He had an idea and it seemed plausible. "Who is to say you did not come here with a child. Everyone will believe that someone in Glenwood was responsible."

The crack of the coming storm stopped their planning. Jasmine stood up and grabbed her dress from the bed. "Best be getting ready for the storm. Millie be getting back soons anyhow. I needs to get cleaned up too. You be coming outs of me and I dont wants to make any more of a mess. Already think you had me pee myself, don't wants to add to my cleaning."

Jasmine finally pulled the apron off her dress and place it between her legs. John watched as the result of their encounter dripped down her thigh before she wiped it up with her apron. He stood in excitement as she got dressed quickly. Her breasts bounced so energetically as her body manipulated itself to get her dress on fast. Sweat still covered her face, as her dress now concealed the fact John finished in her twice.

John finally got the drink he so desperately needed. The sound of the rain and his heart beating drowned out Jasmine's hurried footsteps downstairs. John buttoned his nightshirt knowing he would have to get fixed up after going outside.

When John finally made his way to the kitchen it was almost an hour later. It was Old Millie's voice calling him. Though he knew it was for his food he expected her to mention what he was doing with Jasmine.

John sat down at the table by himself. Only Old Millie was there, and she was dressed to travel to his family's country estate for the season. He would have normally went with her but he was going to be in charge of Hannover Fields for the season.

Old Millie placed his food in front of him then handed him a glass of water before chastising him. "Best you reckon to have her sleeps at her owns place. If someone else be walking in here likes before, they would have heard you two going at it like rabbits in the Spring. Your Ma don'ts want to know her sons be messin wit the new house slave."

John knew she was right, but still could not help but feel the attraction he had towards Jasmine. "I am sorry you heard us. We will be more discrete."

John knew that his rebellious answer was going to draw ire from Old Millie. He waited for her to lash into him again. "Best you be careful of what nature can do thens." She said with more concern, "I be none bothered if she stays in the house neither. Knows who else has their eyes on her. Don't knows what you do to her, but the whole house be hearing her."

Before John could respond or even look at her, she had already left the room. John was still surprised by her lack of anger towards him. He stopped eating to overhear her scold Jasmine in the kitchen.

Making sure he was not heard he stayed to the side in case the swing door opened. "Dont be lovin' someone who can'ts be wit you the ways you wants. Knows how the boff youse feels buts it aint right wit him is alls. Not all buckrah likes him round des pahts. Just you stops messin wits him is all. Misses be know'um some ding up if she come back."

John knew that Old Millie was upset as her Gullah came up while she spoke to Jasmine. There was both anger and concern in her voice. John felt bad that Jasmine was receiving the brunt of Old Millie's lashing, he also knew not to be around when she was upset. John often remembered when she would use the switch on him, and age would not save him at all.

John heard footsteps close by and made himself scarce, quickly grabbing the bread on the plate before he made his escape. The sound of thunder and the dark clouds made it easy to hide in the house. John knew that Henry would be taking Old Millie to the family estate since Colby left with his father. Henry was just waiting for a break in the storm before leaving. John just retreated to his room to collect his thoughts and wait out the storm.

****

The storm began to break and John found himself anticipating Jasmine's return. John said his goodbyes to Old Millie the moment the sky appeared safe. He was now in charge until Mr. Halloway arrived in a few days. John waited patiently in his room for Jasmine to come. With the crack of the returning storm, John began to believe that he wouldn't see her that night. Suddenly he heard Jasmine closing the shutters. John did his best to ease her job by lighting the candles in the house, and getting the kitchen fire going again. Just as he was about to leave the kitchen he saw Jasmine coming in to fix his supper. She smiled knowing they were the only two in the house, and all the others were in for the night or had left.

John went to kiss her, but she turned her head away. She still embraced him with an affectionate hug. "Be so embarrassed knowing Millie heards me dis mornin. Didnt knows I was so loud when you were loving me."

John laughed briefly before cupping her face and finally pulling her into a kiss. Jasmine complied affectionately kissing him back as the two held each other. "She won't tell anyone, so don't get so worried. Besides, you enjoyed it."

Jasmine now rested her head on his chest. "Hopes she don't knows that I soils myself when you gets me so worked up. Be cleanin' the sheets praying no one knows."

John lifted her head up from his chest to kiss her again. "If it's all the same to you, I liked the way it felt too."

Jasmine returned to the security of his chest as her arms wrapped firmly around him. "Be feeling likes I pee whens I do its. Just gets so in to its, that it just came outs."

John chuckled at Jasmine's infinitesimal worries. "Don't vex yourself. Old Millie said you can sleep in her rooms while she is gone."

"She tolds me too. I be getting my things once the rain stops."

John pulled her in by the waist, his hands quickly sliding over her hips to grip her backside. Jasmine made no intentions on stopping him, she simply said, "Thinking you wants another go with me."

John was now feeling her soft fleshy backside though her dress. "I want you to stay in my room though. No one will be the wiser."

Jasmine lifted her head from the security of his chest. "You would wants me to sleeps wit you?"

John smiled at her wide-eyed face. Her delighted shock was breathtaking to him. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

Jasmine smiled and nodded in agreement before answering back. "Lets me go git my things quick."

***

John waited for Jasmine with only the glow of a couple of candles lighting his room. He ran out of things to do, so John sat on the edge of his bed waiting. Jasmine returned within a few minutes. When she walked in she was completely nude, not even wearing a head wrap. Her small black dreads fell over brown flawless shoulders.

Jasmine slowly approached the bed. "Be thinkin' youse likes me wit out my dress is all," She said with a shy smile.

John watched as the dim light illuminated her perfect figure as she came closer to him. He stood so she was within his grasp and embraced her in a kiss. Jasmine melted into his embrace as his hands traveled the length of her body. Even with their bodies so close she wanted to be closer. She broke their kiss before trailing them over his jaw and down his neck. Her hands made quick work of unbuttoning his shirt and ridding him of it. As her hands worked on his pants her lips trailed over his throat and down his chest. Jasmine, finally freeing his white rod from his pants, slid them down his legs trailing kisses down his body. She fell to her knees in front of him seeming to kiss everywhere except where he would not dare to imagine she would.

Jasmine looked up at him with big curious eyes as her small brown hand wrapped around his white manhood. She slowly kissed up the underside of John's erection as he hissed with pleasure. She placed a kiss on the swollen head of his erection before smiling up at him.

John pulled her up from her knees kissing her full lips before lifting her up to carry her. Her dark legs wrapped around him and her hot center pressed against his hardness. Jasmine reached between them gently gripping him and aiming for her hot tight opening. John, feeling the head of his blood filled member slide into Jasmine's tightness, slid her down his body until he was buried deep inside her.

"Lord, you be feeling so good insides me," She moaned against his skin as John slowly bounced her on his white lovestick. Jasmine moaned softly at the sensation of John slowly filling her caused her heart to race in excitement.

John carried her to the edge of the bed with his erection still buried deep inside his love. He sat on the bed, Jasmine's dark body straddling his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she began to move her hips. Her brown eyes captured his as she found a pace that had them both panting in anticipation. John held her as she moved herself up and down his white cock, her wet sex gripping him with every stroke. Her breathy moans reached higher levels and he felt as if he could watch her all day take pleasure from him.

Jasmine gently pushed John onto his back. She had never done anything like this but knew she wanted him to enjoy everything she could offer him. A small voice inside her reminded her that this could never last. With renewed passion she leaned over kissing John. They had right now, and he would willingly give her what she wanted most. She began to ride him, plunging his hard white rod deep inside her tight opening until his pelvis lay flush to her lower lips, her clit rubbing against him with every stroke.

John ran his hands up her sides, admiring the contrast of her oaken skin to his own. Her dark thighs gripped his hips as his hands gripped hers, driving his hardness faster into her. John could see his hard white cock pounding into her dark folds and the sight turned him on.

Jasmine leaned down kissing him as she picked up her pace. Her dark sex got wetter with every stroke as John pumped up to meet her movements. It was not long before the sounds of Jasmine's moans rivaled that of the storm raging outside. John could feel her slick love hole gripping and releasing his cock as her hips continued to move on him. She leaned back and John could see her face drawn in ecstasy and her large brown breasts bounced before him. He reached for them with one hand as he leaned forward and sucked the other into his mouth.

Her thighs began to tremble around him as her sex seemed to get wetter and grip him tighter. He wasn't sure how much more of her rhythm he could take before his own release but he prayed she didn't stop.

"Its bouts ta happen." She cried bracing herself on John's shoulders. He held onto her, his mouth still teasing and sucking her tight nipples.

Jasmine's body froze as she cried out and her orgasm flowed. She continued riding John as her tight wet opening sloshed against his prick, pulsing and gripping around his swelling erection. John's release came suddenly as he held her down on his hot member and spurted stream after stream of white potent seed deep into her womb.

John held her so tight to him, as his throbbing cock gushed into her spasming hole. They held each other this way, panting and squirming as their pleasure reverberated through their joined bodies.

Jasmine rolled off of his body, laying beside him. John pulled her close and held her in his arms firmly. He wanted never to let her go or face the world that forbade him from loving her. He passed out sleeping knowing that she was next to him the whole night. Jasmine did not say anything, but cuddled her body next to John's. It was like she wanted every inch of her ebony body to touch his.

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John awoke to a frantic Jasmine shaking him awake, "Gits up, you gots to gits up. Man down stairs be wantin you. Says he the man in charge."

John flew out of bed and rushed to make himself presentable, "Thought you would be up and wake me." He said sharply in his hurry.

Jasmine sighed knowing she'd let John down, "Sorry bout that. Be sleepin' so goods next to ya, I did not wants it to end. Guess I be fallen asleep again. Please don't be mads at me 'cause I'm terrible sorry." She said her voice breaking towards the end.

John paused when his pants were on and stepped over to a tearing Jasmine. He grabbed her in an embrace to stop her fears, "I am not mad at you. I can't be mad when I loved the feeling too. I still want it again tonight."

Jasmine gave him a small smile before pushing him away. "Best you be gettin' down stairs, now. He be waitin' on youse. Busy day today, and I needs to clean the sheets 'cause of whats we did."

***

John was already downstairs before Jasmine was finished pulling the sheets off the bed. He saw three men waiting for him in the parlor. One was an older man with roughly made clothes and the other man was a negro wearing clothes of an overseer. Mr. Halloway stood in front of both of them. He had an assortment of facial scars, and a limp in his walk. His clothes were nice, but still showed the wear and abuse of field work.

John approached and was greeted by Mr. Halloway's smile as he called out to him. "There you are! Was wondering if you had turned into one of those prissy boys at the college."

John smiled as he shook his hand and hugged him. John knew Henry Halloway his entire life. He recalled the stories he told of fighting the British and always ended by showing the evidence of his wounds. Now at an older age he'd still retained much of his past strength.

John listened to instruction and was introduced to Mr. Halloway's assistants from the other plantation. Although he was much older than the other men on the plantation, age did not seem to catch up on him. His assistants listened wordlessly as Mr. Halloway went over what new plans he was going to do. His plans were not much different than what was normally done, but his way of dealing with the slaves differed greatly.

As they all went outside to address the slaves John noted that Mr. Harken had stayed away. John knew that with Mr. Halloway here he was no longer the man in charge. John brushed away thoughts of Harken and followed the instructions of Mr. Halloway as he prepared to flood the fields.

The plantation had three large fields and John was in charge of the southernmost field. He directed the slaves on when to open the trunks and allow the water to flow out of the fields. Since every hand was needed Jasmine had to work the fields as well. John made sure she was always close by. As the day wore on John kept a close eye on Jasmine. She always seemed to catch him looking at her and would give him a small smile when no one was looking. John would smile back as she did. He saw that she was no stranger to the fields, but had been trained as a house slave.

The sun was brutal on him as it was on the rest of the slaves. The flooded fields were only kept with water for a week before today. John helped till the ground before being called away to assist the other fields.

When he came back it was late afternoon and the rest of the slaves were heading back to their normal routine. It would take the rest of the week to finish before the fields would be flooded again. The heat with the hard work took a toll on his body and John retreated back to the main house drenched in sweat.

When he stepped inside he could see Jasmine pouring water in a large basin in the kitchen. She stopped to embrace him for the first time since they woke up in the morning. Jasmine wrapped her arms around him and held tight. John picked her up briefly with the tightness of her grip.

"Been watchin' you today. I sees you starin' at me whiles I work. Tooks all I could from not running up to kiss youse. As much as I be lovin' this, you needs to bathe." John softly chuckled and proceeded to remove his shirt.

Jasmine guided him to the chair and removed his boots. When they were off she slid down his pants as he lifted himself slightly. Jasmine smiled at seeing the soft white member flop in front of her eyes. She didn't often see man parts soft, maybe once. It was amazing how one minute it could be soft but the next so incredibly hard and she knew how to flip the switch. She could even now. Jasmine mentally berated herself for her wild thoughts.

She carefully lifted it up in her hands. "Hopes you not mads bout my kissing it last nights."

John moaned slightly as her small warm hands wrapped around his manhood. "I did not know if you liked it, and was worried."

Jasmine strengthened her grip slightly forcing more blood to flow into his white member. "So... I guess your nots going to put up a fuss when I kiss its again after I cleans it."

John laughed again as he stood to get into the wash basin. "Love you too much to be mad at you, and it felt too good to put up a fuss."

Jasmine smiled bashfully as she moved aside to allow John into the wash basin. "Be wrong of you to loves me you knows. White folk be wanting us niggers to love you, but white folks shouldnt be in loves wit us. Just not rights is all."

John sat down in the basin and looked toward Jasmine trying to decipher her meaning, "So your feelings for me are not the same?"

Jasmine lifted up the washcloth and took out some soap before responding. "I loves you enough to know that you be hurting yo self loving me." Her eyes dropped to the cloth in her hands as she continued with seriousness in her tone, "Thats you need to lets me love youse and thats all."

Ignoring Jasmine's warning, John lifted her face to him looking into her eyes, there he saw love but also fear, fear of the consequences of that love. John pulled her face closer, kissing her. It was not a simple kiss to him, but a kiss from the depth of his soul. Jasmine dropped the washcloth in the basin causing a splash as she allowed herself to be pulled in closer.

John danced and circled his tongue around hers, as he felt her body go weak. Jasmine finally pulled away as she was panting from excitement.

"Please dont be doing what I thinks you doing. I cants bear to git you in trouble." she said softly her forehead leaning on his.

John smiled and pulled her close again. "Too late for that. I am already in love with you and there's no going back now."

Jasmine's eyes lit up and he kissed her again, only this time Jasmine did not pull away.
She did pull away to deflect John's hands. She'd never finish bathing him if she allowed him to continue. Jasmine dunked her hand in the basin and grabbed the washcloth. "Gits up so I can cleans you. Cants be having you dirty up the sheets after I just gots new ones on the bed. Lord knows whats your thing does to me."

As John stood up in the basin, he was directly in front of a kneeling Jasmine, his limp white member now directly in front of her as she applied the washcloth to his chest. Jasmine's hand reached up as she washed away the sweat of a long day's work.

As Jasmine trailed the washcloth over John's torso, her eyes never left the white manhood that hung in front of her. The more John's body became clean, the more her hand migrated towards his love muscle. John's head fell back, allowing Jasmine ministrations to relax his worn body.

John looked down the instant Jasmine's lips touched his soft member. Fear flashed in Jasmine's eyes as they met his. He found himself anticipating her next move. John then realized she may fear his reaction. He reached down stroking her cheek to ease her worry.

Jasmine leaned into his touch and took it as a sign to continue. She continued to press feather light kisses to the tip of his white manhood. He could sense that she was thinking he was mad at her for doing such a thing. With each kiss she smiled a little because she knew it was hers and only hers. She smiled because she had a man that allows her to explore his body for her pleasure and his. Feeling suddenly more courageous, she drew the tip into her mouth.

John moaned the moment his sensitive tip was in Jasmine's hot wet mouth. She saw in his face the enjoyment she was giving and it ignited her own passion. Jasmine, letting her mouth go further down on his engorged white shaft, felt more daring by the second. The more of his prick she took into her mouth the harder John became. The harder he became the more Jasmine's body reacted and she craved more. It was not until Jasmine's mouth was filled with his solid meat that she moaned herself. The taboo of what they were doing excited them both.

Jasmine relented and moved her mouth off of John's now pulsing erection. "I cant waits any longer. Needs to have its in me now."

Jasmine stood up as John stepped out of the basin. Still wet he picked her up in his arms as she melted into their kiss. So passionate was she, she did not care where they were going. John made it to the nearby table before sitting her down on it. John pulled down the top of Jasmine's dress as she removed any barriers from under her dress.

Jasmine cupped his face and kissed him hard, her knees drawing up his leg as she prepared to be taken. John placed his throbbing erection at her entrance, guiding it into Jasmine's waiting love hole. With a slight push he easily slipped into her, making sure he was embedded deeply inside of her.

Jasmine gasped with ecstasy as her white lover filled her tight love canal. With a moan her body fell into a state of bliss. John sawed into her at a steady rhythm as Jasmines body accepted his pounding. When she leaned forward John met her with a kiss on her full lips. His hips continued their rhythm as Jasmine's sex got wetter with each thrust to compensate. Her slick love hole was almost dripping as he pummeled his member inside of her.

John moaned himself with Jasmine as they shared this amazing feeling. Their eyes locked onto each other as the sounds of their lovemaking filled the room. Jasmine had to hold onto John's shoulders as she crashed into a powerful orgasm, quickly followed by another and another.

John could feel Jasmine's love entrance grip and release him as she moaned out loud for him. With her fingers digging into his flesh, John pushed harder causing her moans to reach a fever pitch. John's freshly clean skin was now covered in sweat as he pounded his ebony slave with full intensity. Jasmine saw the emotion in John's eyes, "I love you," she moaned.

As much as Jasmine wanted to scream out, she knew she had to bite her lip. Her hands were causing red marks on John's back as she gripped him. John never stopped as he moved her close to kiss her. Jasmine suddenly spasmed in ecstasy. He knew his time was limited too, he could feel his body was preparing to expel its seed deep inside of her.

John once again broke their kiss as his own need to orgasm was at its peak. He nodded his head and smiled as Jasmine was almost to the point of crying in delight. Her now gushing sex could not keep up with John's steady stroke. John pounded harder before stopping at the point of ejaculation. He pushed in as far as Jasmine's tight love sheath would allow him, and let loose his seed. John moaned loud and Jasmine followed as she felt her womb taking in John's hot fertile sperm.

John still had his pulsing erection plunged deep inside Jasmine as he continued to empty his load. Jasmine's eyes lit up, as her body shook from bliss knowing John was finishing inside her wanting womb. She gripped him harder as she orgasmed again at the feel of her vaginal walls being coated with sperm.

Breathing heavy John stilled himself. Jasmine was smiling as she returned John's smile, and moved in for another kiss. "Needs you to be doing that to me every day, so I be the happiest person ever." she said out of breath

John was still taking deep breaths as he replied, "I will do anything you want. I love you so much."

Jasmine eyes held her seriousness even as she smiled. "I belongs to you," she sounded so sincere, "Ands I not means the facts that I be a house slave either."

John was about to move away before Jasmine prompted him to stop. "Dont pulls it out yet. I wants to feel it ins me more."

John chuckled at Jasmine's demand, picking her up off the table to carry her in front of him. With his semi hard erection still firmly in her, John walked with her up stairs. She was so light in his hands John was able to make it upstairs with his manhood never leaving her creamed love hole.

John laid her down on his bed and finally removed his member from her sex. Jasmine lifted her body up to remove her dress. Fully nude, spread in the bed of her owner's son, Jasmine propped her body up as her legs opened to reveal her wet sex. "Puts it back ins, and sees if you can go again insides of me."

John fixated on her wet love folds before climbing on the bed. He could see the remnants of their intercourse just starting to drip from her. The glistening wetness of her sex made it all to tempting for another round of love making. Her smiles and willingness made his male organ come back to life.

John climbed on top of Jasmine as their lips met again. She leaned back and John followed. Without touching his recovering erection, he moved until his body effortlessly it found its home once again. He slipped in with ease as he starting pumping again slowly.

As his body moved in and out of Jasmine's slick love hole, he was focused on her, her nearness and kissing away her wits. The more he kissed her the more he had to stop and take deep breaths.

As their bodies entwined themselves, John finally moved away and placed his hands beside her head. Thrusting deeper and faster, he was determined to finish again deep inside of her. Jasmine held onto his solid muscled arms as her moans filled the room once again. John finally leaned in with a strained look as his erection finally gave out and pushed another orgasm on Jasmine's already inseminated cervix.

Jasmine smiled as her body melted from her own pleasure as John pumped his seed into her waiting sex.

"Be thinking you likes it when you knows I am filled with you in me." she said her body still tingling from the experience.

John quickly fell upon her naked body as his lips met hers, holding her still as his male organ finished its task and slid out. "I should say the same to you."

Jasmine returned his affection, kissing him as she ran her hands over his slick heated flesh. "Loves giving you everythings, so dont be thinking you taking what I gives you."

John held onto his ebony lover as his erection finally receded and fell out of her. The exhaustion of the day's work and his exertions came crashing down on John and he fell asleep still wrapped in Jasmine legs, holding onto her naked body.

The next day John woke up in an empty bed. He decidedly didn't like the feeling and began his day. He rushed down to get ready and prepare to meet the slaves in the field. John could not get Jasmine out of his mind. He wanted to just lay naked next to her and soak in her beauty. John knew he had to push her out of his mind if he was going to get through the day.

By that afternoon John had left the fields and was heading towards the main house. As he walked down the rows of slave cabins he saw Mr. Harken.

John got closer as he heard his booming voice chastising a slave. "I've known plenty of dumb nigger wenches but you're the worst. Thinking you can hide from me in the big house."

As John was about to take off into a run he felt an arm hold him back. It came out of nowhere, but its strength stopped him fast. "Be careful of what you're doing, or about to do."

John immediately recognized Mr. Halloway's voice. He turned to see his face, before turning back towards Jasmine, fearing the worst. He saw Mr. Harken step back and Jasmine walk quickly off to the house.

John turned his attention to Mr. Halloway. "Please it's not what you think."

With a touch of disappointment in his voice he said, "It never is. But you have more to lose than Harken. He was a demon when I first met him, and he still is. Cherokee will still pay to have him killed."

John's gaze follows Jasmine as she hurried off.

Mr. Halloway finally let go and, and John followed her to the house. As he made his way to Jasmine, he made sure not to draw attention to himself as he walked as fast as he could.

John had caught up to Jasmine as she sobbed in the kitchen. When she looked up she immediately pulled him into an embrace. John knew his words were not going to comfort her, but he tried anyway. "He won't hurt you."

Jasmine looked up with wet eyes. "Says he be going to take me soons as your nots around. Says he going to makes me his nigger bitch. I knows you cants be ever wheres wit me."

John just held her to his chest. "Then I will make sure he is no longer working on this plantation."

Jasmine cried freely or of fear and relief as John's strong arms brought a sense of comfort to her. It was the first time she felt safe since John first protected her in the cabin.

After Jasmine had felt calm enough to continue the day they both returned to their work. John had a few things to handle as the fields needed help checking the trunks. The flow of salt water could destroy the crop, and the trunks were connected to the river. Jasmine needed to get supplies together from the store house to prepare for supper. She knew that she had more mouths to feed now that Mr. Halloway was here.

As John made his way back to the house he heard Jasmine scream and his mind went to racing as did his legs. His heart pounded in his chest as he feared the absolute worst. He knew that Mr. Harken was going to do something and now it was about to happen. The fear of knowing Mr. Harken had men with guns at his beck and call only made his heart pound faster.

When he got closer he saw Jasmine on her knees before Harken, surrounded by both slaves and Mr. Harken's men.

Jasmine pleaded as one of Mr. Harken's men had a whip out and ready. "I did nots do it. Please, please belives me"

John's body shook nervously as he bellowed out "Whats going on here?"

Harken walked past his men to meet John, fearing he would free Jasmine. "This young nigger girl we brought here was caught leaving the plantation a few nights ago. Going to give her the lash, so the other niggers know what's good for them."

As John felt his blood boil, Mr. Halloway brushed past a few of the hands to come see the commotion. It was too late, John's fist flew with deadly intent. His fist hit Harken in the jaw whipping his head back with its force.

Gasps erupted from on-lookers as their owner's son's temper flared for the very first time. The mild mannered boy that he once was had died and the fire in John's heart was now born as he dealt another blow to the side of Harken's head. Mr. Halloway rushed forward as Harken stepped back and pulled his knife from it's sheath. He held the blade toward Jasmine's direction as he barked at John, "She is gonna pay for that boy. I don't cares about the cost either! If you try and stop me, I will put you in the house and lock you up till your Pa comes back!"

John was fumed at his words but made no advances to finish what he started. Halloway stood between John and Harken giving Harken another target to direct his frustrations. "I don't care about how many Redcoats you killed. I will get what I want!"

As Harken turned his body toward Halloway, a firm grip on the hilt of his blade, he was met by a Pinfire revolver and a steely gaze as Halloway aimed toward him. "Dare you to pull it. I will even say something nice when they put you in the ground."

Harken let his hand slip off his knife hilt as he replied in anger. "I am in charge of punishment till. Mr. Childs gets back. Till then, this nigger is getting whipped by my hand."

Halloway looked between Jasmine's tearful eyes and the emotional displeasure John openly wore on his face. He then turned to Harken, "I am in charge of all plantations for the Childs, and if I catch you laying a hand on John I will kill you myself!"

Harken's lackeys went for their whips and knives at Halloway's threat. Halloway glared at all of them, before calling them out, "Any of you get in my way, I will scalp you all just the same. Don't think I am afraid of numbers either, the British thought the same, and look how that turned out."

John broke free and watched as Jasmine retreated back to the house. John stood there as the rest of Harken's men milled about before separating. He looked at the blood in Halloway's eyes and knew that this confrontation was far from over.

Halloway grabbed John's arm getting his undivided attention. "She will have to be punished. I just won't let that animal do it. I am sending a message to your father letting him know I plan to bring on another overseer."

John was too concerned with Jasmine to make sense of Halloway's words. He listened and walked off trying to contain his emotions in front of the few slaves that remained. John rushed back home, but made sure to not be seen rushing either. He knew he had to maintain a sense of disconnection after his outburst in front of the few slaves that did see him.

When he walked in the door Jasmine lie on the kitchen floor crying hysterically. He picked her up to comfort her, but her panic was too much to understand her contorted words. John just held and carried her off to bed. He placed her down and held her.

Thoughts on her whipping and being sold off filled her mind as Jasmine sobbed into John's embrace. Her biggest fear was being transferred to Harken's possession. She couldn't imagine the horror her life would become. The worst thought of all was never seeing John again. This was a common thing for an overseer getting put in charge of an outlying plantation. Jasmine cried until her heart was tired and her soul was weary. She cried until she fell asleep in John's arms.

John held her close, stroking her arms and body. He refused to get up. His last thoughts before falling asleep were that of trying to protect her, and knowing he failed. John knew his father had given slaves to overseers in the past, and Harken had been promised two slaves if he were ever to leave and run a plantation of his own. John knew that his father was thinking of putting him in charge of one of the smaller fields.

When John awoke Jasmine was not in his arms. He left the room calling for her, but got no response. The longer he looked the more frantic he became. With the dread of her absence in his head he dressed quickly and went to search the plantation. He was greeted by Halloway standing on the porch as if waiting for him.

"Harken is working the west field. I suggest you stay away from him. I should hear from my rider in a couple of days, and we will proceed with your father's instructions from there. Best you mind your work till he arrives."

John nodded his head and walked away. He knew he was wrong for getting involved, but more important was locating his love. Jasmine was missing, and he wanted to know she was safe. The first place he thought to look was the cabins closer to the house.

When John came upon the closer cabins, he heard Jasmine's sweet voice talking to Roman the blacksmith and was filled with relief. Roman saw him first and gave him a respectful nod before leaving.

Jasmine turned to see John, and smiled as if her day was full of hope. She tilted her head in a gesture for him to follow. John took the hint, following behind her a few paces as to not be noticed on the busy plantation. He followed her into her cabin.

Once inside John lifted her in his arms and kissed her. Jasmine returned his passion before pushing him away as if to tell him something was wrong. "Knows you be talking to Mr. Halloway. I heard from his servant that he be lookings to gets Mr. Harken fired. Just needs a replacement to takes his spot."

John smiled and nodded as he knew that this was good news. "I told you everything was going to be ok."

Jasmine kept her serious face. "Takes his spot. I wants you to. I just needs you to convince Mr. Halloway you are nots in loves wit me."

John gave a puzzled look, "I don't think he will see through my lie."

Jasmine held her lover's hands as she answered back. "I fessed up to Mr. Halloway, I lefts the plantation. Says I needs to be punished, but I wonts be solds off. I just needs you to be the one that beats me."

John shook off her hands. "I will do no such thing!"

"I needs you too. If you loves me, youse will do its. I wont ask you for nothin' else, buts I needs you to be the ones that does it. Be proving to all the folks that's you can..."

John walked off mid sentence; his head was filled with emotions and scenarios. Did she understand what she was asking him to do? He couldn't possibly hurt her and live with himself. His only concern was protecting and loving her and this went against that. Part of him knew that Jasmine was right, and that Harken would be fired. He knew that Mr. Halloway would put him in charge if he could prove himself. He just had to deal with the fact he would put the lash to his love. That she would be forever scarred. He put himself to work trying to forget the whole notion.

John avoided Jasmine, and she did the same. John made sure he worked late for the rest of the night, and spent the night in the spare house on the plantation. He knew that she would worry, but knew he had to cope with the weight of what he must do.

The next day, he decided that he would do it. The only thing keeping her on the plantation was him, and he would do anything for her. John was just shocked at how fast it was happening. The day before he was told about the idea, and now he was given the lash to do it. The whole plantation was gathered as he was going to whip his first, and possibly only, love of his life.

Mr. Harken and his men were waiting like a bunch of rabid wolves. Mr. Halloway was there with a look of anticipation. It was a look directed at Harken's men paying little attention towards the event on hand. His eyes were strained as if daring them to start trouble. Harken himself looked gruff in despair. He knew his job was on the line. That reassured John that this horrible event must be done.

John walked over to Jasmine, stopping five feet from her. One of the slaves had her tied to a post in the ground. Jasmine looked away from him, not wanting to make it harder on him, while bracing for the blows. Before John knew it, one of Harken's men stripped her dress, exposing her breasts for all to see. John's heart was pounding like thunder as his sweaty hand gripped the whip handle. In a few short moments he knew he would tear the flesh of his love before the likes of Harken and his men.
John swallowed hard as his hands quickly lashed the whip against Jasmine's ebony flesh. The crack of the whip broke through the silence of the crowd followed by a blood curdling scream of agony. Jasmine's screams haunted those who saw the tear of dark skin. The second and third crack confirmed the brutal horror of what was happening. John choked back the tears as his hands now trembled. He was forever scarring the one he truly loved for a cause.

The screams of pain and agony coming from Jasmine stopped anyone who dared contend John was just putting on a show. John's tears started to flow when nothing of her once beautiful skin could be seem through the blood that poured from her wounds. John finally dropped the whip after losing count of the number of times his hand lashed his love slave.

John heard Mr. Halloway call out to Mr. Harken that he had been replaced and to pack his belongings. John knew the messenger did not arrive, and that Mr. Halloway just wanted to fire him. John retreated back to the house as Roman carried off Jasmine's limp body for medical treatment. John was now alone with his thoughts. The sound of her screams rang through his head and the sight of her dark flesh breaking was burned into his memory. John found himself sitting on the edge of the bed looking down at his hands. His hands had once brought her so much pleasure, they'd protected her, they'd held her. Now, his hands had cut and wounded her. He buried his face in his hands as the weight of what he did crashed down upon him. John found himself sobbing for the first time in years. He sobbed for his love.

John wanted to see Jasmine but was sent for by Halloway. Mr. Halloway explained to him that he was being sent to Oakfield Plantation to run things for the remainder of the season. The current overseer would help him along and then he would be in charge of the entire plantation the following season. Mr. Halloway explained that his father wanted it that way before he left for the summer.

John wanted to tell Jasmine the good news, but was unable to sneak into her cabin. He saw Harkin's men wandering, and desperate. Some of them were worried about a job, while others seemed to be looking for revenge. John just locked himself in house wondering what would come next. He knew Oakfield was a much smaller plantation and may not need for more to come with him. John ran ideas in his head of ways to ask his father to bring Jasmine with him.

The next day brought relief as Harkin was gone and most of his men with him. The ones that remained wanted a job more than revenge. Before John was able to celebrate his victory, he saw his Colby riding onto the plantation. John rarely saw his Colby ride without towing a wagon behind him.

After Colby told him of his father's wishes, he was both relived and stressed. He was now a plantation owner of his own, but he did not know of Jasmine's fate. He could not just take her, but knew he should. He also had to leave right away. Both Colby, and Halloway wanted him far away from the plantation after what happened.

John was now on his way to his new life, but he did not feel right leaving Jasmine behind. The whole time he wondered if his father knew. To John it explained why he had to leave so fast during the season. John figured Colby told him, and with Harken, it was the easiest way to diffuse the whole situation.

John settled in on his new plantation. It was much smaller than his family's main fields, and it required a lot less labor to maintain it. John was only in charge of ten slaves, who did everything on the land. There was only one other white person on the plantation when John got there. George Deriks was a simple hand that had been running the place in the chaos.

John quickly got the feel, George was capable man, and all of the slaves followed his orders without worrying about the lash. John saw that George gave a lot of freedoms to the slaves as well. John noticed how the slaves had their own gardens, and were allowed to leave on Sundays to sell their crops. It was as if John was a figurehead in all of this, while George ran the place.

John did not seem to mind being second to George in the slaves' point of view. George was more than happy to be the hand he was before John took over. It was like he was free from the burden of command. John took a few weeks to get things settled before he derived his plan of action.

John waited for the dust to settle before going back to his family's main estate. He knew he had only a few weeks before the end of the season, and his mother and father would be back. John headed off in the early afternoon, and would be back on his family's property by sunset. He wasn't afraid of who was there, but wanted to avoid any questions that might arise. To John, he still knew he had a few things to bring back too.

When John's horse got to the edge of the property, he went the rest on foot. Stopping by Jasmine's cabin first to see if she was there, John hoped for his reunion. To his surprise, it was empty, and all of her meager things were gone too.

John went into the main house through the Kitchen entrance. Hoping everyone was asleep or nobody was there to raise a fuss. With a couple of candles dimly lit, John saw Jasmine rocking on a chair, sewing. She instantly looked up in fright as John smiled as if he came to her rescue.

Although Jasmine jumped with fear, her voice sounded happy as she greeted him. "Good, Lords! You scareds me half a fright. Buts you cants be here. Mista Halloway tolds I couldn't sees you any more. Saids you Ma will sells me off rights quick if she finds out we be together. Saids if I gits pregnants wit your baby, she will rights off whips me."

Jasmine still managed to get up from her chore, as John rushed to embrace her. Putting his mouth over her to stop her worrying, and kiss her as if he had not seen her for years. "Don't worry about any of that. I came to take you back with me." John said right before his lips met hers.

John's voice cracked as he felt Jasmine cringe a little when his hands went to her back. "I am so sorry; please forgive me for what I did."

Jasmine smiled as she wiped a tear from his eye. "Be something that's needed to be done to gits rid of ole Mista Harkin."

Jasmine wrapped her arms around John in an effort to make up for all the lost embraces of their separation. Her lips parted his and their tongue entwined with passion, before her hands caressed his body.

John lifted her up before she could even protest with her hands to stop him. To John's shock, she was already reaching to unbutton his shirt as if telling him she could not wait a second longer to be taken.

John placed her right on the table holding her neck as their mouths were locked in a kiss of pure passion. Jasmine's hands were busy removing his shirt before going to her dress. John pulled down the top Jasmine's dress to reveal her ebony breasts to him. Jasmine quickly went to John's pants to free his white erection.

Jasmine gave a look of intense desire as she moved her legs up so the dark folds of her sex were now open for him to see in their full glory. When John moved forward, she placed her hands on his chest to brace herself as he was about to plunge inside of her.

John aimed his white erection in the direction of Jasmine's love hole as he looked her in the eyes. Jasmine returned his anticipation with a smile and a nod of acceptance. Jasmine's eyes opened wider, as her mouth opened with joy as she felt John's white manhood slide into her. Her sex easily accepted the intruder and lubricated it immediately as it continued to slide in.

With Jasmine's legs wrapping around his torso John gripped onto her thighs as he pumped his sex organ in and out of her. Jasmine's moans continued to get louder as her white lover pushed further into her dark love canal. She could do nothing but hold onto his arms as her love hole was being used for pleasure.

As their lips met again, John was already slamming his body against Jasmine making the table rock back and forth. Jasmine made no sound other than pleasure as his white love stick was thrusting furiously into her depths. John's eyes met hers, as Jasmine smiled and moaned knowing her love hole would soon be flooded with his seed.

John felt Jasmine clutch onto him with her legs, as she threw her head back in ecstasy. As he listened to her give a guttery moan of pleasure, he felt her wetness gripping his manshaft as he pounded her. Jasmine lifted her head back so she could see John's face again. "I needs you to finish before Mista Halloway wakes up."

John nodded his head before moving in to kiss his dark lover. He saw her smile from his kiss, and once again went to the moving his hips hard against her. As he maintained his kiss, he felt her body trembling the more his erection slid in and out of her wet sex. Knowing he was going to finish soon, he broke the kiss to smile and nod to let her know.

Jasmine smiled back as the two both knew that their love making session was going to end soon. John muffled his moan as his body pushed in one last time. Jasmine clutched him tight with her legs as she felt her vaginal walls being flooded with potent sperm.

Jasmine looked up with both delight and surprise as she her body was being inundated with John's white seed. "Oh lords, you be having a lots. I feels it filling me up."

John wanted to say something but his orgasm was so good all he could do was moan softly. As he attempted to pull out Jasmine grabbed his shoulder quickly and kept him from pulling his ejaculating hard on from her. "Thinks I will git a good lashing from the amount you puts in me."

John kissed her one last time before he fixed himself. Jasmine hopped down off the table and did the same. To John all he had to do was hide her from his parents, and wait to see if he would get caught. When Jasmine turned to him he realized he was making the right decision.

Jasmine followed John off the plantation to his tied up horse. As they rode back to John's new plantation, she wrapped her arms tight around him hoping their plan would work.

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I want to thank Ihartekenny for the help and inspiration, and Tigersman for editing.