>From fln2jes@cabell.vcu.edu Tue May 11 12:48:36 1993 Subject: complete boxed set, to be distributed freely and openly. XXXXXX XX XXXXX XXXXX XXXXXX XXXXX XX XX XX X XX XX XX XX XX XX X XX XX XX XX XXXXXXX XX XX XX XX XX XXXXXXX XXXXXXX XX XX XX X XX XX XX XX XX XX X XX XX XX XX XXXXXX XXXXXX XXXXX XXXXX XXXXXX XX XX XXXXX XXXXX ************************ENTREPRENEUR*************vol. 1***************** the only e-mag worth the time ####################################################################### /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ The Blueball Entrepreneur, Issue 1 You are in your dorm room late at night, about ready to call it a day. You strip down to your bare nakedness, and curl up to go to sleep. Suddenly, you hear three sharp knocks at your door. Wondering who the hell it is, you jump out of bed and slip into your favorite pair of dickenballs. You slowly open the door to greet your visitor. It is Patricia Ridley, that infamous hoss that you so lusted after back in your Bruton days. "Oh, " Patricia exclaims, "I'm so sorry for how I was so cruel to you all that time. I only know of one way that I can repay you. Lay down." You obey her every command as you notice that she is only wearing a trenchcoat. She climbs onto the bed where you lay and stands above you, her feet pressed tightly against your hips. As you are about to speak, Patricia takes your breath away by slowly peeling off the trenchcoat. The only thing covering her bare nakedness is a pair of white panties. Her breasts glisten with the moisture in the air, perfect shining orbs. She gazes longingly down at your eyes as she begins gently tracing up and down her hips with her fingers. Slowly, Patricia runs her fingers over the subtle curvature of her stomach, and finally up to her ripe flesh melons. She begins kneading them, letting her head fall gradually back with moans of pleasure. Patricia falls to her knees as she traces around her nipples with each index finger, bringing her head forward again to look at you. Patricia rests her ample buttocks on your pelvis, and you feel your fully erect manhood pressing against her soft flesh. She lifts her left breast, leaning forward to reward your waiting tongue. The erect pink nipple comes closer and closer to your mouth, for what seems to be an eternity. You can feel the heat of Patricia's breast on your tongue, when suddenly, she disappears! M.C. Fredbiscuits of the Vatican is in Patricia's place, screaming, "CREAM AND SATAN! CREAM AND SATAN!" as M.C. Francois plays a demented keyboard riff in the background, both of them cackling like madmen. You scream in blueball agony as you await the end of this nightmare.... ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ blue ball entrepreneur #2..... So anyway, it's been a good evening. You went to dinner with Ruth and her parents and they really seem to like you. In fact they gave you permission to go out driving in their nice long Cadillac after supper. As you slide into the driver's seat, you notice that Ruth has taken off her panty hose and that her skirt is riding up her snow white thighs. You can hardly contain the bulge in your boner pants as she smiles at you knowingly. She slides the middle armrest up and cuddles next to you, laying her hand gently on you leg and caressing it softly, her wrist lightly touching your member with every gentle stroke. You glance briefly in her direction only to find her caressing the moist hole between her legs as her rubbing on your leg becomes more centralized. You can't take anymore and pull off the road at one of those little lookout places. The scene is very romantic. There is a beautiful river and a storm rolling in. The first burst of lightning explodes as you slide Ruth's dress from her shoulders and proceed to nurse on her ample boosom. She moans in ecstacy and pulls your hand down to her sweet, warm honey hole. Your pleasure cannot be contained as she gropes for your pulsating manhood and slowly starts massaging, and gently pullong on it. She just starts pushing your head down south when out of nowhere a screaming maniac is on top of the car. You brace yourself for the worse as the parkway killer aims his assault rifle at your face. All you can do is go limp as Ruthy's life drains with every bullet. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ and some of our satisfied coustomers... Cute.. Real cute. I'll pass the story on to other worthy individuals. You guys are almost as sick as me. Dave ))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) well, ahhhhhh. hmmmm. that was odd. i can't wait for the next one. jesus, i thought i was wierd. well, i am, but whatever. keep them rolling, i like it. Wonko the Sane/SFTe h115@psuvm.psu.edu (*)(*)(*)(*)*()(*)(*)(*)()*)()**)((()***)(()()*)*)*)()*)()*)()*)()*)()*)() the glorious blueball entrepreneur #3!!! Well, its your sophomore year in college, and as your life begins to fall into place, you think about the past. You think about your Bruton days, and all the women you wanted to sport. Only one was the queen, and that was Heidi Bechberger. You have heard rumors that her William and Mary days are over, and that she had to drop out and seek a job to make ends meet. You didn't believe it, but you soon found out that she was a different person... Officer Bechberger!!! You are stumbling along the street one night as you just begin to sober up after a little Crazy Hoss at a party. A voice from behind you calls out, "Hey, there, mister!" You whirl around to face the blue uniform, and you begin to think that its all over. Your vision clears, and you see that it is none other than Officer Bechberger! "Oh, Heidi, hi... its been so long..." you say. "Don't try that shit with me, " she commands, "I'm here to do my job, and right now that job is busting you for underage drinking!" Heidi holds a firm grip on your right arm as she escorts you back to your apartment. Due to their wild partying, your roommates are not home yet. Once you get inside, Heidi orders, "Sit the fuck down, so I can take a muthafuckin report on your stupid ass!" You obey as you admire her shapely policewoman body. She leans over to give you a breathalyzer, and you are feelin' drunk and horny, so you pull her down on top of you and begin kissing her. She tries to fight at first, but you know that she wants it as you unbutton her shirt. She has given in, and is straddling you as you are slouched back in your chair. She slips off her shirt to reveal her black lace bra, and her grapefruit size breasts. She lifts them to your mouth as you bite the fastener on her bra. The bra finally comes loose as the bountiful breasts spill forth, drowning your face in soft, moist skin. Her famed nipples are more than enough to please you, as you trace your tongue around the two-inch diameter, finally succumbing and sucking the perky red tip. As you indulge in a taste of mammary heaven, your hands grope thir way around to Heidi's already loose pants. You unfasten them and pull them down, your hands meeting wet, black lace. Your hands trace the outline of her muscular buttocks, as you remove the panties as well, Heidi's beautiful ass dripping in sweat. She rolls over onto her back, her breasts tremoring with each heave of her panting chest. You whip out the full erectness of your cock and slide it down her body, closer and closer to its home. "Dave, what the hell are you doing?" yells your father, Lar as he gets up from where he laid. "I come to visit my son and get almost Goddam raped by him! I'm the fuck outta here!" You realize the disastrous mistake you made in your drunken stupor as you hang your head in shame.... %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% That has got to be one of the most disgusting, outlandish, horrifying, repulsive, horrible storis I have read in my entire life! Keep up the good work PEACE LOVE AND HUMPTINESS The Flanman is outta here.... ********************************************************************* * Michael W. Flanagan Internet: flana_mw@jhunix.hcf.jhu.edu * * a.k.a. The Flanman Johns Hopkins University, Balto, MD * * * * Beware...."Your home is my home....Welcome to the Terrordome" * * Watch for HoUsE PaRtY with Mike coming to an area near you soon * ********************************************************************* {}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{} i live about 20 minutes away from Blue Ball PA. never knew that till i started getting your stuff and the name stuck in my head. cool. -wonko <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> The Blueball Entrepreneur #4, Pulling This was a big day for you, for this was one of the few days you took off from school for a full day of pud pulling pleasure. You awoke to the sound of Ler's car pulling out of the driveway and the thoughts of upcoming self-satisfaction filled you with glee as you arose fully panhandled from the night's dreaming. You went to your closet to rumage for your favorite scud magazine, Playboy. You were looking in particular for the issue featuring Pamela Anderson. There was a brief gleem of lust as you found the issue so desperately craved. You could hardly make it to the other side of the room, such was your desire to whip you flesh covered mayonnaise pistol. You crept across the floor, and down your private flight of stairs to the bathroom, where the Vaseline, your lube of choice was kept. You smiled to yourself in anticipation and headed for the living room. Erotic fantasies were churning in your mind. Hopes of Heidi and Ruthy and the menage a trois only they could promise, dreams of the Hoss and her fantastic breasts all were mulling over in your head. You streched out on your huge couch and searched for your six hour video tape loaded with late-night Cinemax scud movie clips (you were bound and determined to make this a day of fantastic pleasure!). Finally the mood was right, a few choice scenes from Emmanuel IV were dancing on the screen, the Playboy was open to the Pamela pictorial, and your hot hog was glistening in fully Vaselined glory. You began to stroke delicately your member, savoring every moment, making the feeling last. Your mind began roaming to days past. You day-dreamed about Mattia and the pleasure only her bucking hips could bring. That thought alone almost brought you to orgasm, but you held out. You loved these marathon sessions. They were the closest thing to actually kicking rounds, you believed. After hours of punching pleasure, you decided to fulfil you greatest desire. You braced yourself for the effort. You began roughly stroking yourself, gripping tighter and tighter, pulling your rock hard steely for all it was worth. You closed your eyes and curled your toes as you felt yourself on the brink of shooting your hot load all over your stomach. It was just about to happen when the old Stanley automatic garage door opener kicked in. You lept up, cock purple with blueball agony as Ler stepped through the threshold, looking at your naked body dart by. He smiled knowingly, picked up dear Pamela and headed for his room. ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| I would hereby like to unsubscribe this mailing list. Rune (runefr@ifi.uio.no) PGP 2.x Public Key available on request. well i guess we just weren't good enough for some people. i guess masturbation is still a taboo subject for some. oh well, submit, submit, submit. this publication is useless without contributors (it's useless anyway, but don't tell). oh well, see you in a week with glorious #5. """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" remember information is free. distribute near and far. long live blooball, and all it stands for................................... --