Previously published in Bare Back magazine Story Codes: MF FF coll humil interr pett fist oral This story is a work of fiction, and friction, any resemblance to living, dead, or undead people is merely a coincidence. This story may not be used for wrapping fish or any other commercial endeavor without the author's expressed permission. Edited by pairadice Angie goes to College In her third story, Angie is assigned as a resource for the professor and Law Enforcement students. What can Angie offer them, she is not the most knowledgeable of deputies, at least in police procedures? The phone rang again and again. It wouldn't stop ringing, Angie picked up the phone. "No Comment!" then slammed the receiver down. The phone began ringing again almost at once. Angie decided to let it ring for awhile. I'll just let those reporters stew in their own juices. The phone just kept ringing and ringing. Angie had enough of the shrill noise, She picked up the phone and screamed, "No Comment!" She was slamming down the phone, when she heard a familiar booming voice over the line. "Don't hang up on me again deputy! I've been trying to reach you for almost an hour!" His voice seemed to lose its stress and had quieted down some. "Listen closely and don't talk. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning at 0700 in back of your apartment building. I'll be driving a blue Toyota Camri and I'll have an overcoat. Make sure that you wear a bra and your uniform with the skirt, under an overcoat. If you understand me, just say 'No Comment' and hang up. Angie did as she was told and then pulled the phone line out of the wall so she could sleep. It only took Angie two rings before she pulled the bedroom phone out of the wall as well. Angie dressed the next day as ordered. Her bra was a demi-bra and her panties were a thong, both jet-black. She was wearing her two inch patent leather pumps, which she knew weren't the easiest to get around in, but pumps HAD to be worn with a skirt. What will going back to college be like? Will it be the same as before? I sure hope not. Angie remembered the short time she had spent at SO Cal. She had not actually attended any classes there. Angie remembered that Labor Day weekend, at least part of it. She had checked in early to get her dorm room all set up. Angie had forgotten her cleaning supplies. Walking to a nearby 7-11, she was drawn to a house pumping out loud rap-music that had people going in and out. She tried to ask to borrow some cleaning supplies, but no one could hear her over the music. Her throat was parched from trying to yell, so she downed a cup of fruit punch that someone put in her hand. The rest was a blur. That is until Tuesday morning when Angie woke up naked tied to a donkey in the main square of the college. That wasn't the worst. It was mid-day and the donkey's lead was in the hand of the statue of the founder of the college. Once Angie got loose she fled and was never seen on that college's campus again. I must make sure that nothing like that happens again, I was so embarrassed. Imagine a 21st century woman like myself seen riding a donkey! Angie shook off the ghosts of the past and looked at the large yellow clock in the kitchen. She threw on her Police overcoat and hat. Angie wanted to be waiting outside when Deputy Sergeant Cook arrived to pick her up. There was no way she was gonna make him wait on her, even if he was a little early. The best laid plans resulted in Angie being surrounded by reporters and cameramen. All they had to do was see her uniform hat perched on her pretty, blonde head and stay close to her. Angie really didn't appreciate the attention and kept yelling "No Comment!" and elbowing anyone who came to close to her. A speeding car screeched to a halt next to her. The driver hunched over hidden under a dark grey Macintosh. The passenger door flew open and a large hand reached out to grab her. Angie avoided the reaching hand, until she heard a familiar voice swearing and telling her to get in the car. She almost lost a heel as she was jerked into the car. Cooke took several quick turns until he had lost any pursuit. "What in the hell did you think you were doing? You were supposed to be inconspicuous, Angie. You couldn't have done worse, except for inviting them up to your apartment! I'm afraid that you will not be able to return to your apartment for a while. I've got an idea that might work, but in the meantime try to come up with a solution." Angie tried to defend her actions while Cooke drove to the college. "I was just doing what I was told, wearing what I was told. Besides I couldn't invite anyone in, my apartment was a mess. I don't see what the big deal is anyway. I was just doing what I was taught at the Police Academy." Deputy Sergeant Cook looked over at Angie like she was crazy and spouting gibberish. He didn't say anything until they had pulled up at Saddleback College. "Our first stop is with the Dean. Just let me do all the talking. I'm going to try and get you accommodations here." The two Sheriff's Deputies proceeded into the administration building, Cook leaving his overcoat in the car. The two were gawked at by most of the students they came across. The students weren't used to seeing uniformed deputies on campus, let alone a tall, muscular black man and a rather short, stacked blonde beach bunny. They were shown into the Dean's office. He greeted them with smiles and handshakes. Angie thought that the Dean held her hand a little bit longer than necessary, but she might have been wrong, "I've heard many good things about the two of you, I'm sure that you will both be assets to our training here at Saddleback. Not only did you come with high recommendations from Captain Rooney, retied Captain Durocher had kind word also." The Dean was speaking to the both of them, but his eyes never strayed far from Angie's buxom form. Deputy Sergeant Cook cleared his throat breaking the spell. "Thank you for the kind welcome Dean Stenstrum. I do have a favor to ask. Would it be possible for Deputy Applegate to reside here near campus, perhaps with a student looking for a roommate? Her apartment is terribly infested and requires fumigation. "Oh I'm sure that something can be worked out. I'll see to that today, while you check in with Professor Bartol. He teaches Criminology and will be your faculty contact. The professor would have been here, but he has class this morning. You can find him in the Belair Building. He will see that you both are put to good use. Oh Deputy Applegate, Captain Durocher was saying that since you're back in an administrative role, you should revert to your uniform dress that you wore while working for him. He was very serious about this, he kept going on and on, and I happen to agree." The Dean's eyes seemed to glitter as he stared through Angie's bountiful blouse. Angie blushed; she knew what the Dean meant. Deputy Sergeant Cook sighed and rubbed his eyes; he had an idea of what was in store for the college. Deputy Applegate and Deputy Sergeant Cook walked toward the Belair Building. They ignored the looks they got from the students; the students would soon become used to their presence. The two deputies found Professor Bartol's office; it was empty as he was still in class. They sat down to wait for their 'boss'. Angie stretched her tired legs out in front of her. Cook watched the leggy show of flesh from under his eyes. It was most sexy and helped the time to go faster. A rather short, balding, pudgy man with a dark goatee entered the office without knocking. He glanced at the tall, black man before his eyes came to rest on the buxom blonde dozing with her pumps set on the seat of his office chair. The professor pulled the chair out from under her feet; her patent-leather pumps went flying and her bare feet landed on the floor jolting Angie awake. "Humph, if this is what the police force has come to, I am going to be very disappointed. I am Professor Bartol; I assume that you two are the new deputies that will be attached as advisors to the Criminology Department, of which I am the Head." At that moment the phone on the desk rang. Professor Bartol answered it and an animated discussion followed." The professor hung up the phone and addressed the waiting officers. "Deputy Sergeant Cook, you are done for the day. Report here at 0800 tomorrow for duty. Deputy Applegate, a place has been arranged for you with a female sophomore that lives in walking distance of the college. Report to Dean Stenstrum; he will see to it that you get a ride over to the girl's apartment. I'm sure that you two will get along famously. See you here tomorrow at eight in the morning. Angie walked back over to the administration building after Cook left for home. The Dean was waiting for her and led her to his chauffeur driven Mercedes. Once Angie was seated next to the Dean the car started off. Her feet were hurting from all the walking she had done in her heels, so she leaned back and slipped on of her heels off and began rubbing her foot. She was starting to feel her foot loosening up and was relaxing until she felt herself being thrown back onto her back as her other foot was grabbed and her other shoe taken off. The next thing Angie felt was a pair of skillful hands rubbing her sore foot. "You really should take care of your beautiful feet, especially if you plan on wearing those heels all the time." Angie heard the Dean say as he soothed her aching sole. She was speechless as he took her other foot in his hands and massaged it as well. "We'll soon be there Deputy Applegate. If you find you cannot live with this woman, please call me. Mrs. Stenstrum is away visiting relatives and our children are away at college, so there's plenty of free space in my bed … erm house. Feel free to call upon me anytime at all, day or night. Angie smiled with thanks as she pulled her feet back and slipped her heels back on. The car pulled up at a walled apartment complex. Angie threw open the car door motioning to Dean Stenstrum to stay seated. "Thank you Dean Stenstrum, for everything. I'm sure that I'll be fine, don't worry yourself." Angie closed the door and turned to find a tall, brunette waiting to talk to her. She held out her hand; "Hello, I'm Deputy Applegate, Angie. And you are…" The leggy brunette shook Angie's hand saying, "I'm Rebecca, happy to meet you. You can call me Becky. We're going to have fun as roommates." She got a semi-serious look in her eyes as she said, "Well some fun, I'm not a lesbian or anything. This is a clothing optional complex, so be prepared for that." She punched a code into a keypad and a gate into the complex opened. Once they had entered, Rebecca made sure that the gate was closed behind them. "Always make sure that the gate is closed behind you. People that have no business being in here will try to get you to let them in; don't do it!" Angie was impressed by what she had been told and assured her roommate that she understood and would obey the rules. They reached the door to Rebecca's and now Angie's apartment. Rebecca opened the door and entered, pulling off her blouse at the same time. "Welcome to your new home away-from-home. Your bedrooms down the hall to the left." She noticed Angie looking at her bare upper torso with her medium sized breasts. "I really hate wearing clothes; they're itchy and scratchy. I get comfortable as soon as I get home." Angie didn't know what to say, she just stood there. Angie's frozen body became active again once Rebecca stepped out of her shorts and panties. Rebecca gave a shudder that started with her head and traveled down to her toes. Her tits and ass cheeks danced as Rebecca shook off the oppressive reminder of being dressed. Becky stepped out on her sun deck and started waving and greeting other naked people that were visible on their own decks or were gathered around the pool. Angie was just happy that everyone was so friendly and went to her room to get undressed. Angie was not shy about stripping in the living room, she just wanted to make sure she hung up her uniform for tomorrow. I can wear this again tomorrow, it's not too wrinkled, but I need to go to my apartment for my stuff soon. As Angie walked back to the living room naked, she felt a chill from the air conditioning in the apartment. Her long nipples became erect, pointing her way ahead. Angie walked out on the deck where her roommate was lying on a lounger. Becky heard Angie approach and patted the empty lounger beside her. When Angie lay beside her, Becky noticed that Angie's boobs and pussy were bone white. She jumped up and grabbed the bottle of sun tan lotion. Rebecca squirted a glob onto Angie's chest right between her tan less tits. She began rubbing it all over the mostly white globes saying, "You must protect your skin against the sun. Peter from across the compound was drinking a little too much and burned his crotch terribly. He was out of action for almost a month." Angie's nipples were growing again as Becky's hands massaged the lotion on them, but Rebecca didn't seem to notice. Angie didn't care, she knew it wasn't sexual and it felt good anyway. Becky squeezed another dollop out of the bottle, this time on Angie's pubes. Angie started as the lotion landed. Rebecca knew her duty to a fellow sun-worshiper and rubbed and coated everything not tanned down there, paying extra attention to Angie's outer pussy lips. Becky wiped her hands on a rag and applied suntan oil to Angie's already tanned skin, at least on her front. She then reclined on her lounger to add to her all-over tan. Fifteen minutes passed and Rebecca told Angie that it was time to flip over to tan the back. "You have to oil my back after I do yours." Angie turned over and Becky started to spread sun tan oil on her back. "That's a good tan you've got going on. Don't worry; I'll introduce you around to the group. You're going to be very popular." Angie felt Becky's hand give her bottom a playful slap. "OK roomie, it's my turn." She moaned softly as Angie oiled up her back and bottom. After they had spent an hour sunbathing they came back into the apartment. The AC was still on, so the women nippled up fast. Angie almost gasped, Becky's gleaming body looked very sexy, even if Angie wasn't a lesbian. Becky was walking down the hall toward the shared bathroom, when she looked over her shoulder and said, "The only bad thing about these apartments is that they have a small water heater. Join me in washing this oil off our bodies?" Angie could see the logic in conserving the hot water and nodded, following her down the hall and into the bathroom. Angie was surprised to see that the bathroom was large and had an oversized shower stall. Once the water had warmed up, Becky led Angie into the steaming shower. They took turns getting wet. "It'll be faster if we wash each other Ang." She lathered Angie's body up and handed her the body wash. Their hands moved over all of their bodies, washing and massaging the soft skin clean. Angie could swear that Rebecca had pinched her nipple and she seemed to be taking extra time washing her boobs. I must be imaging things. Yeah, it's just because my tits are bigger than hers. Angie felt the water losing some of its heat and hurried to rinse off. Becky also felt the water getting cooler. She crowded with Angie under the spraying water, each trying to get the body wash off before the hot water ran out. Angie grabbed a large towel from Becky and they dried each other off. I could swear Becky's drying my breasts and sex more than she has too. I think I'll just go to bed and sleep on it. I don't want to make her feel that I don't like her. Once the women were dry, they tossed the towels in the hamper. They looked magnificent naked, more so as the A.C. caused their nipples to stand up. Angie noticed this and blushed. Becky noticed this and said, "You better get to bed and get covered up." She took Angie by the elbow and led her into Angie's bedroom. After Becky tucked her in Angie asked Becky of she could borrow some stockings and panties for the next day because she still needed to get her clothes from her apartment. Becky agreed to leave them out for her. Angie awoke early the next day surprisingly refreshed. She remembered not to wear a bra and walked into the living room naked to get the underwear that she was borrowing. Angie didn't think that Becky would be awake, so she was startled when a naked Becky said, "Good Morning." from a kitchen stool. She muttered something back and grabbed the stockings and panties from the couch and retreated to her room. It was a uniformed Angie that came back into the cool living room. Her nipples were once again erect, she didn't know if it was from the air conditioning or seeing Becky naked. She marched out of the apartment, determined not to be late. Angie's stride made her free-hanging mammaries perform an arousing dance under her uniform blouse. I'm looking forward to starting work at the college, but should I be sweating this much. Perhaps I am just over excited. Walking across the main street, with the lights, Angie kept up her quick pace. She was walking at a good rate, but she didn't pass anyone. Several students were walking abreast of Angie. They never turned off and as a matter of fact seemed to be edging in closer. Another male student joined those walking to the side of her. Angie felt a bit embarrassed and looked over her right shoulder. A pack of college students were following her, apparently trying to catch-up. Most were male, but there were a few young women also. Angie faced forward and quickened her walk. Her high heels were rapping out a cadence, almost like the song the Pied Piper must have played. Angie could not walk any faster in her heels and the students were closer to her. Good fortune came her way as she spotted the Belair Building right ahead of her. Angie ducked into the building and sprinted up the stairs. She lost a heel, but she ducked into Professor Bartol's office just ahead of a posse of students. John saw her enter the room in a hurry, wearing only one heel and breathing hard. He paused a moment to watch Angie's heaving breasts, then went out to the hallway. All he saw was student's retreating backs. John stepped into the stairwell to see a guy picking up a patent leather high heel and try to hide it behind his back. John cleared his throat, holding out his hand. The student placed the high heel in Cook's hand and beat a hasty retreat down the stairs. Joe walked back into Professor Bartol's office flipping the heel in the air. Angie saw her missing shoe and blushed. Joe held it out to her and said, "If you didn't undress on the way to work, the students probably wouldn't chase you." Angie blushed again, but took the shoe and slipped it onto her stocking clad foot. "Deputy Sergeant Cook told me some incredible things about you, Angie." Angie gave John a dirty look, which he ignored. "Apparently you are an expert when it comes to Drunk Driving and the BAC. He says that you have a special Field Sobriety Test. As it turns out, we are now learning about Drunk Driving and BAC. I would like you to talk to my classes. You know give them some stories from the field, as it were." Angie tried to beg-off, but Professor Bartol was adamant. That is how Angie found herself in front of a class full of Criminology 101 students. He had already introduced Deputy Sergeant Cook and Deputy Applegate to the class. She tells the students to call her Angie and starts in about BAC. Angie is quickly is interrupted by a student, who says that they have went over all that and would like to hear about her personal experiences. The professor adds his voice to the students, "Angie tell them about your specialty BAC training at the Police Academy." The students call for Angie to tell, so with a helpless shrug she gives into them. "I received Special High Intensity Training at the Academy. It took almost two months before I could read a man's BAC from analyzing his ejaculate." Angie was interrupted by a quizzical male student asking how she obtained the sample and what she then used to analyze it. Angie blushed as she answered his questions. "Well, to get the sample I had to orally excite the man, catching his ejaculate in my mouth then analyze it with my taste buds." Angie was again interrupted, this time by an angry feminist who told her that she was lying and added that the police wouldn't stand for that much less offer training on it. Angie professed her innocence, telling them about the many students and faculty she had practiced on. "You see it took me two weeks until I could detect alcohol and I also had to detect it in men of different races, ages, etc." The class once revulsion and amazement. "I hear a lot of disbelief coming from the class. I think the only thing that would convince them would be a practical demonstration." Angie started to object, but the professor went on. "Luckily I have prepared for this. Over the past two hours, I have been drinking some wine, so that you can determine my BAC. Then Deputy Sergeant Cook can test me with a Breathalyzer. We can then compare the results." Professor Bartol brought his chair around the desk so that it was in plain view of the students. He looked at Angie's borrowed black stockings with the line running up the back and said, "Tisk-tisk.". Professor Bartol tossed a cushion down in front of his chair and sat down in the chair. Angie shrugged in resolution to her fate, causing a bouncy distraction, and then knelt on the cushion staring at the rather prominent bulge in the professor's trousers. He unzipped his fly and freed his semi-erect cock. Angie's mouth dropped open and formed a perfect 'O'. Her hands reached and grasped the professor's 'Penile Probe'. Angie fed the fleshy tools into her mouth and began stimulating it with her tongue and lips. Students were amazed by seeing a uniform woman deputy perform fellatio on their teacher as part of the lesson. It was apparent to all that Angie was a professional cock-sucker; she'd, without question, done this before. Angie had sucked the professor's ample dick fully erect and was milking it to obtain a sample. She kept the head clear of pre-cum, which tasted good but was not a useful indicator of the professor's BAC. Angie moved one hand to cup and lightly squeeze his large, hairy balls. This and the continued stroking on his shaft with one hand were part of the techniques she had learned at the Police Academy. I hope he cums soon so I can prove what I said is true. This is so embarrassing! I never had an audience before. The oral deputy was soon rewarded with streams of hot cum accompanied by the professor's guttural moans. She kept the cum in her mouth, swished it around her mouth, looked thoughtful and then swallowed. Angie licked Professor Bartol's cock as clean as she could and put his shrinking manhood away. Deputy Sergeant Cook came forward with his Breathalyzer , which the professor blew into. Deputy Sergeant Cook then read the meter and showed the results to several of the students. Meanwhile Angie stood up and smoothed her skirt. Well, that's done. Now to find out if I'm the heroine or just a cop slut. Deputy Sergeant Cook nodded to Angie after he had shown the results of the Breathalyzer to the student witnesses. Angie then announced the findings in an authoritative voice. "Professor Bartol's BAC is .07. As she made this announcement the class went crazy; half the class was congratulating her and half accused her of cheating. Deputy Sergeant Cook showed Angie the display reading .072 BAC and shook her hand. Several students came up and shook Angie's hand as well. It was a sure sign that she was accepted by the students. The other two classes that day went pretty much the same way. By the end of the day Angie was getting slapped on the butt in the hallway, even more a sign of acceptance, as well as familiarity. Angie told Deputy Sergeant Cook all about her adventures this morning and her need to go by her old apartment. He explained to her that it was better to keep Rebecca out of Angie's problems and that he would drive her to and from class; probably preventing a gang-rape in the process. One month passes Set in her new life and job, Angie was much more comfortable with Becky and nudity in general. Angie and Becky were always naked around the apartment complex. Casual, and even sexual touching between them was now commonplace. Deputy Sergeant Cook told Angie to call him John in private. As John and Angie tended to their new responsibilities, the media fervor began to die down. John watched Angie walk to his car from the apartment complex egress. Her braless titties bounced in an eye-catching, sexy rhythmic motion. Angie's stocking clad legs also provided John with a sight to help his cock harden. God another day with Angie, who doesn't realize what her body does to us who are with her every day. Angie entered the car one leg at a time, giving John a healthy flash of thigh. John looked Angie straight in the eye until he had her undivided attention. "Angie we have been working together for over a month and I just can't resist your charms anymore. We need to expand our roles as partners. You and I are going to have to support each other in all ways. That will be providing sexual relief. Angie was listening closely and when John said 'sexual relief' her eyes went to the bulge in John's slacks. She nodded her head, she knew just what John needed. John stopped speaking while Angie unzipped his pants and fished his hard cock out. She leaned down at the waist and took John's dick into her hot mouth. He started speaking again as she tongued and sucked his excited member, working as fast as she could to provide John the relief he needed. "I have talked with Professor Bartol about what he wants to have done for this coming chapter, Search and Seizure. Mmmmmmmm, that feels good honey. Today we will, oh Angie, display the proper way of patting a suspect down. Knowing these students, we are in for a wild ride, but not as wild as this blow-job. Watch out, here I cum! Angie felt John's cock swell and pump wad after wad of spooge into her sucking mouth. She tasted his cum before swallowing it down and cleaning off his deflating cock. Angie then put John's meat back where it belonged and zipped him back up. "OK John, you can drive us to work now. You have a 0.0 BAC." Angie said smiling and licking her lips. John smiled back and drove the car onto campus. They parked the car and walked at a steady pace to Professor Bartol's office. Joyn liked walked beside the stacked deputy, enjoying the antics of her free moving mammaries. Some male students also watched, but kept their distance, cowed by the imposing figure of Deputy Sergeant Cook. Professor Bartol briefed the deputies in his office before they all went into the classroom. The professor lectured for about half the class time. He then had the deputies give a demonstration on how to frisk a subject. John frisked Angie and then she frisked him. They each pointed out methods that were not proper as well. They then 'assumed the position' against a wall, so the students could try hands-on. Unfortunately, some of the students put their hands on areas that they weren't supposed to touch. Deputy Sergeant Cook had his ass and package felt up, but Angie got the worst of it. The male students especially took their time frisking her body. By the time the second student was finished with Angie, her nipples were poking through her uniform blouse, her cunt was dripping wet and she was breathing hard. The class over, Angie dragged John to the professor's office and started ripping her uniform off. John bent her over the desk and slammed his aroused dick into her steaming snatch until they were both satisfied. The rest of the day went about the same; the only difference being the professor ending his last class early then helping John to bring-off a super-excited Angie. It was a pair of tired, but very satisfied deputies that left the campus that day. John began explaining the next day's to Angie. Her jaw dropped open in a moment of desperate surprise, but she nodded her head in total resignation. The preparations for the next day took John and Angie the rest of the afternoon and most of the evening. Angie took extra care climbing into her bed; she had never felt this sore. Angie gingerly made her way down the hallway to the professor's office. He was very cheerful, seeming to be amused by Angie's predicament and apparent tenderness. They walked to the classroom that morning and Professor Bartol continued his lecture on Search and Seizure. While the professor spoke, Deputy Sergeant Cook laid out the materials for the demonstration; boxes of rubber gloves, lubricant and a single box of industrial grade tissues. Professor Bartol called for student volunteers for the demonstration. The first volunteer he chose was a Freshman male student. Angie assumed the position for a body cavity search. Following the approved procedures that had just been taught, the student put a rubber glove on his hand and lubed the first two fingers of the gloved hand. He stepped behind Angie and told her to bend at the waist. The student lifted up Angie's short skirt and gasped, she was not wearing any panties. Her cute brown pucker peeked out from between her plush ass-cheeks. The student pulled apart Angie's firm pillows and pushed a lubed finger up her ass-hole. Angie moaned as one finger and then two violated her rectum and probed for foreign objects. Finding none, he removed his searching fingers from her tight ass-hole. Angie felt a twinge of annoyance as her butt was suddenly empty, but dutifully turned around and spread her legs so the examination could continue. The second student chosen was also a young man. He donned his rubber gloves and felt around Angie's moist vagina. Seeing a tampon, he removed it putting it aside for later examination. The student inserted three fingers into Angie's snatch and then performed a finger sweep. He found nothing but an abundance of her ripe, natural juices. The student popped his fingers out of Angie and replaced her tampon with a new one. He seemed proud of himself as he removed his gloves and signaled that she was clear to go. The student was dismissed and Deputy Sergeant Cook stepped forward. "The student was correct in replacing the suspect's tampon. Plastic explosives or contraband may have been hidden in there. Qualified personnel will then examine the tampon. Usually we have women inspect the women suspects for obvious reasons, observe." John then selected a female student. Her eyes got wide as he whispered in her ear. The female student pulled on a pair of rubber gloves while John had Angie sit in a chair, her legs spread wide over the arms of the chair. The female student, a mere wisp of a girl, slid two gloved fingers into Angie's wet cunt. Two became three then four, Angie moaning as her cunt was stretched. The student wiggled her fingers and diddled Angie's exposed clit until she screamed in orgasm. The tone and duration of Angie's scream as the female student plunged her entire hand deep within her stretched out vagina. Oh my God, she has got her whole fist in me! The student's immersed fingers then felt around inside Angie's most private place with two results. One, Angie's orgasm went on and on. Two, something went 'Clack' from deep inside her nether regions. Angie's excited moans turned into painful groans. The class sat in stunned silence as first one, then a second pool ball was forced past Angie's ravaged cunt lips. The pool balls, a cue ball and the eight ball, rolled along the floor leaving a trail of sticky, woman's nectar. For her part, Angie passed out and hung limp in the chair. John carried her down the hallway to rest in the couch in Professor Bartol's office. Angie was out of commission for the entire day. Professor Bartol had anticipated this and had video taped the whole demonstration. This was as far as Angie and John's assistance to the college went. The media attention has dried up and blown away. John was reinstated to sergeant and Angie was sent back to her division with honors and thanks for a job well done. Professor Bartol's office was broken into and shortly soon after a pirated instructional/porno video was being sold all over the campus. Lieutenant Frost hung up the phone and swore under her breath. Her bad penny, Deputy Angie Applegate, was coming home to roost. Lieutenant Frost held her head in her hands and tried to think of a non-violent solution to her problem. After a few moments she raised her head and smiled wickedly. The vice squad in L.A. was always looking for female law enforcement personnel to go under cover. I think Deputy Applegate will make a first class whore. © 2006 msboy