Part 2

Mrs. Kindle, please report to the Principal's office immediately following class," rang Miss Murdock's voice through the loudspeakers.

"Thanks Miss Murdock," said Principal Long to his stooped old secretary. "I'm not to be disturbed until Mrs. Kindle arrives," he told her, shutting his office door.

Long sat at his desk and brought up his video folder. Some black friends of his had wired the entire school with hidden surveillance videos unknown to almost everyone at Coxville High. He'd even managed to slip the cost into an appropriations bill as school security improvements.

He had videos of Kitty with Samson in the girl's locker room and one of Jenny submitting to Coach Black in the boy's showers and to think he'd almost decided against a hidden camera aimed at the boy's showers. He almost hadn't even caught that tape, but for the fact that he'd gone over every inch of recordings since the 150th anniversary of Prospero's hanging looking to see if the curse was coming to fruition. He almost skipped game night, but then had some good luck seeing a perturbed Jenny Summers locked out of the girl's lockers sneak into the boy's shower.

Long has plenty of hours, hundreds even of every female student in the school in the showers. He wished he'd gotten some of the teachers, Mrs. Blackwood and Nurse Swallows came instantly to mind, but Jenny was the only teacher to shower in the girl's lockers after practice and games. He reviewed every one of her showers, especially the ones where Jenny and Kitty showered side by side talking together and the ones where Jenny and all the cheerleaders were in the shower were his favorites except for his granddaughter Stacy who reminded him of his wife too much.

His careful observations of the showering students had led to an interesting discovery. He noticed it the Monday after the mist had engulfed the county and in Jenny's case the day after. Soft feminine hands started spending more time on their breasts or between their legs. Some would glance around shyly making sure no one was watching them and then a finger might slip into a hungry pussy. Some girls like the athletically fit cheerleader, Pamela, even started eyeing the other girls in the showers. The women were getting horny and by the end of the week, every teenager in the showers had swollen erect nipples.

On a whim, Long reviewed the footage from the boy's showers. He had to laugh at the sight. Since the state had forced integration down the throats of the white citizens of Coxville, the men's showers had always been a point of contention. The Cox family's slave breeding program had doomed the white men of Coxville to massive inferiority complexes. He enjoyed watching the white's nervous glances at the swinging black bananas on the black students. He even figured out once that the average white student only spent half as long showering as the black students did. Just as the female students started getting horny, so too did the blacks. He watched the chosen of Damballah, some whose families he'd traced straight back to old Colonel Cox's slave breeding program and some he knew like himself and Coach Black were descendants of slave Prospero himself as their cocks began swelling. Like the women, it started slow, but picked up speed by the end of the week. On Monday, a few black teens started sporting full blown erections. Others started spending more time soaping around their cocks and balls until their massive black cocks swelled to their full magnificent glory. The white males stared in horror at the mighty nigger cocks dwarfing their own. Some even openly masturbated their huge black cocks not caring who else was in the shower. The blacks had always teased the whites about their little penises, but it grew worse. White dicks shriveled up and receded into small white scrotums as their humiliation and sense of inferiority grew. Some parents had started writing him permission for their children not to take public showers, but he had refused them all stressing good hygiene. By the end of the week every black cock in the locker room was bobbing around half or fully erect. Three hung blacks even staged a jerk off contest in the showers in front of one entire gym class. The winner had a fourteen incher and was a distant cousin of Willie's. He won both the distance his ejaculate shot and volume of semen against the other two.

Willie Long scanned today's footage from several gym classes for both the boys and girl's showers, but there was nothing new. He pulled up the footage of Bobbie Sue Kindle from last week. The slut had her blouse open, big firm tits proudly thrust out. Her face was in the lap of the last person Willie Long would have thought had a chance at seducing a hot teacher. Melvin was seated in Bobbie Sue's chair, head thrown back as the sexy teacher blew the nerd's impressive cock. Things got stranger when Andy, the black basketball player and stoner entered the room. The swaggering bully took over, pulling Melvin's chair out of the way. He stripped Mrs. Kindle, put her belly down on her own desk and started fucking her hard. Melvin appeared upset, but he just walked around to the other side of the desk and stuck his cock down Mrs. Kindle's throat. One of Long's teaching staff was getting it in both ends from two of her black students! Long's

old cock got hard. He'd gotten quite the workout all weekend and even that morning, but it had no trouble swelling up as he watched that scene for the umpteenth time. He smiled as the dismissal bell went off.

Ten minutes after the bell went off, his secretary knocked on his door. "Mrs. Kindle is here to see you," said the old woman.

"Send her in Miss Murdock and you're free to leave for the day."

"Thank you, Principal Long," she said, thinking that back in her day no young white woman would be seen alone with a black man. "See you in the morning."

"Have a good night, Miss Murdock," said Long looking up from his desk at a very nervous looking Bobbie Sue Kindle stood just outside the door. "Come in Mrs. Kindle, come in. Have a seat."

"Thank you, sir," said Bobbie Sue. "You wanted to see me?"

Willie smiled and folded his hands in front of him. "Yes, it's about Melvin, our resident genius."

Bobbie Sue gulped, but nothing in her boss's stance seemed to indicate she was in trouble at all. "Yes, what about him?"

"You're aware Melvin has a scholarship to college next year," he told her, waiting for her nod. "Our little geek's gonna be an astrophysicist."

Going to, she thought, wincing, but not willing to correct her boss. "He's going to be a good one too. I expect great things from him." Bobbie Sue visibly exhaled and relaxed.

"Me too, Mrs. Kindle," said Long, his smile turning into an angry smirk. "So why would you risk ruining his future by fucking him?"

Bobbie Sue's eyes widened and her body started trembling uncontrollably. "W-what?"

"You heard me, you little slut. And why would you risk your job and marriage by fucking one of your students?" Long banged his fist on his desk angrily.

"Y-you can't talk to me like that," said Bobbie Sue, feigning indignation. "I'm not a slut. How dare you! I'll go to the board, to the superintendent. I'll have your job for this." Bobbie Sue felt herself gaining confidence as she continued her tirade. Long was a vile old man and most of the teachers would be thrilled to see him replaced. Her eyes followed his finger as it moved over to his computer, pressed a button and then he turned his monitor around so that she could see it.

"I say you're a slut, Mrs. Kindle."

"I am not." Bobbie Sue's jaw fell open as she watched a video of herself gobbling down.

Melvin's wonderful cock as he sat in her teacher's chair and she was on her knees with her face in his lap. The shot was angled down and her mind briefly wondered where the camera had been. All she could come up with was the ball at the end of her classroom's flag pole. "Oh fuck," she whispered.

Long chuckled. "Oh fuck is right, Mrs. Kindle. Shall we find out if your husband thinks you're a slut when he sees this? How about your pastor?"

It's not my fault," said Bobbie Sue, her cheeks reddening as a second black man appeared on the screen. "It's not my fault," she muttered as Andy quickly had her on her desk and guided his cock into her pussy. Despite her horror, despite her fear of losing her job and marriage, she found her nipples hardening and her panties turning damp as she watched herself on the screen. Melvin appeared put out that he had to share her, but he ended up guiding his cock back into her mouth from the other end of the desk. "Not my fault."

"How about the board and the superintendent? You can show them this tape when you go complain about me."

Bobbie Sue had never cared for Long. He was a perverted old man, always talking to his teacher's or student's breasts when he addressed them. He'd been responsible for the skimpy cheerleading uniforms a few years back. She'd seen him angry and mad, leering at teachers, but she'd never seen him look as evil as he did at that moment. "P-please Principal Long, I... it's not my fault. It's..."

"What Mrs. Kindle, if not yours, who's fault is it?"

"There's a curse!" She realized how stupid she sounded the moment the words left her mouth.

"How interesting, do tell," said Long, a sly smile across his lips.

"You see, there's this slave named Prospero who was lynched 150 years ago. He cursed the women of this county to..."

Willie let her go on for a while. He was very impressed. Bobbie Sue Kindle had done her research well. She even told him she was planning a book about the curse. "Ridiculous," interrupted Long after she went on for a good ten minutes. "An educated woman such as yourself can't possibly believe in voodoo or curses?"