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I want to enter Scouries contest, but I really haven't much practice at fiction, so here's the rough draft, I'd appreciate any help editing.
Gosh, we’d wondered where this loser had wandered off to. Now it appears he was working away trying to actually write a LITEROTICA/A.I.R. Contest story. But he needs help!
So I’d like to ask his fellow AHers who spend time on this thread to answer his call and help him by editing his story.
Tiger girl? pilot? Or perhaps your gay guy ALT from Minnesota? failing to fly? C'mon guys!
And perhaps our cheaters the dumb Texan and loveergirl (ytcc) could give him some pointers on beating the system? Well here it is:
So I’d like to ask his fellow AHers who spend time on this thread to answer his call and help him by editing his story.
Tiger girl? pilot? Or perhaps your gay guy ALT from Minnesota? failing to fly? C'mon guys!
And perhaps our cheaters the dumb Texan and loveergirl (ytcc) could give him some pointers on beating the system? Well here it is:
[size=+2]Ode to James R Scouries[/size] by excessively verbose…
"So, dad said you wanted to talk to me mother".
Scouries stood in the library, usually his fathers domain, he assumed his mother had chosen it for privacy.
His mother was an imposing woman, built like a battleship, and a trickle of fear wound it's way through his bowels as she glared down her nose at him, shuffling and trying to dig his toe into the carpet, his pudgy belly protruding from his tweeds, his shiny bald head lowered.
"It seems your daughter stumbled across this", she intoned, sliding a short stack of printout across the desk.
From where he stood, several feet away, Scouries could read the title at least: "' Daddy?' I Whispered", some peurile smut he'd written back when his dick still worked occasionally.
His mother stood, looming. "You pathetic little freak", she hissed, you can't even satisfy your own wife!
He started to sputter. "Shut up", she said harshly, first Hillary runs off with the gardener, now Patricia has taken up with the Chauffeur!
News to him, though she had stopped needling him, and taken to merely giving long, disgusted looks, and now that she mentioned it, Leroy the Chauffeur, whose name was actually Robert, had been looking pretty smug lately.
"We've decided we need to teach you your place around her again" she said.
"W - w - we?" he stuttered.
The door behind him opened, and Leroy stepped in, followed by his wife Patricia.
Patricia quietly closed the door, and drew the curtains, and went to drag the antique steamer trunk in the corner into the middle of the room, as Leroy grabbed Scouries arms and from behind in his muscular grasp, and laid him flat on his back across the trunk. Leroy shifted his grip, and raised Scouries arms over his head, wrists together, and Patricia quickly bound his hands with some cord she had procured from somewhere, securing them to the handle at the end.
The trunk was not long enough even for his short body, and his lower body was bent uncomfortably across the other end of the trunk, his knees not quite reaching the floor.
Patricia now bound his ankles, first one, then the other, then pulling them back like reins and secured them around the base of the trunk, then unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped his trousers, and yanked them, stained boxers and all, down over his fat ass and tugged them down around his pudgy thighs, exposing his pathetically small, limp penis and tiny balls.
"Undo me please Robert" his mother asked the chauffeur, turning her back to him, reaching up to lift her bun.
"Who's Robert"?, Scouries said thickly, they ignored him.
By rolling his eyes, Scouries could see Leroy unbuttoning his mothers dress, and he watched her lower her arms and shrug it off, and step out of it where it pooled on the floor, Leroy picking it up and smoothing it, laid it across the back of the big leather chair behind the desk.
His mother, now in her lace bordered Chemise stepped over towards the end of the trunk where Scouries bald head lay, a few wisps of hair sticking out here and there in disarray.
He could see her columnar, dimpled marble thighs disappearing up into the Chemise, and caught a glimpse of satin panty, stretched tight over an enormous mound, getting a much better look as she raised her Chemise and thrust it out, almost directly over his face - as she did her thick musk washed over him causing his nostrils to flare.
She stepped back again, and lowered her panties, Scouries strained to watch, but need not have done so, as she turned and backed her enormous pale ass over his head.
"Patricia"? She said, looking over her shoulder.
"Stick out your tongue" Patricia commanded.
Scouries opened his mouth to protest, if he was going to have to eat his mother cunt, so be it, but dignity demanded he object for the record, he considered cunnilingus on any woman over 12 years old a shameful act. He always imagined they would taste like honey, although he was still waiting to find out.
But Patricia pinched his flacid scrotum like a bunch of flowers, and pulled, squeezing his tiny balls to the end, his limp penis flopping. The pain from the compression of his vas deferens was excruciating, and rather than speak, he stuck his tongue out, anticipating the acrid tang of his mothers enormous cunt, looming over him, wafting her thick musk over his face.
But his mother had other ideas, and she daintily, for so large a woman he thought, lowered her corrugated sphincter down upon his tongue.
Surprised, he didn't withdraw it right away, but wiggled it in for a tiny taste, more out of curiosity than anything he reasoned, before attempting to turn away and salvage what little he had left of what he thought of as dignity.
Patrica however, immediately applied pressure to his scrotum again, this time pulling up hard, and in addition to the sharp pain from his vas defernes was added a more immediately alarming pressure on his marble sized testicles.
Torn between the thin lighting bolts of excruciating pain that were shooting through his entire abdomen, causing his nipples to become erect, and violating the sanctity of his mothers asshole, his head jerked upwards, and he buried his tongue as deep as it could go into his mothers tight pucker, which actually gave a little and he greedily stuck it in as far as he could an swirled it around.
"Not so bad', he thought, and his mother writhed a bit an rubbed er asshole harder against his tongue. Patricia however, did not seem pleased, "Twelve years of marriage, and not only can't you get it up for me, but you won't even go down".
"I'm willing to try now" Scouries wanted to say, but his tongue was still buried up his mothers shithole, Her hair cunt smothered him, as she ground her clit against the bridge of his nose, and her pucker hole was now beginning to give a bit more, promising to loosen up nicely.
Good thing too, because Leroy was stripping. Carefully folding and laying his chauffeurs uniform on the desk, to reveal his tall, magnificent muscular body, his ebony skin gleaming in the dim light that managed to filter through the thick curtains and the light of the desk lamp, which Patricia had turned on earlier after she had closed the curtains.
Scouries could not see, his mothers damp cunt covered his nose and her hairy mound effectively blindfolded him, but the man was supremely gifted, his thick uncut cock dangled turgidly, as large as a summer sausage: a big, Black veiny summer sausage, the man was positively deformed.
With a final grind that almost broke his nose, Leroy straddled Scouries chest, and Scouries caught his first glimpse of the mighty tool, rapidly hardening as he rubbed it against his mothers sphincter, wet with Scouries drool.
His mother turned to look back at Robert and Patricia: "sure you don't' mind dear"? she asked with a faint quaver in her normally confident voice.
Patricia smiled: "not at all, she said, I want to see this, I think you're going to love it".
Robert first fed his huge tool into Scouries mothers cunt, dragging the meaty flaps of her labia into the hole with it. even her puffy outer labia were almost dragged in. his mothers had cunt seemed impossibly large when Scouries first gazed into it, but it seems quite inadequate now for so large an implement, and indeed, the Nubian giant sank it in as far as he could as Scouries mother released a long moan, but it wasn't even halfway, before he encountered obstruction.
The big mans balls swayed and dragged over Scouries mouth as he began gently probing in and out of his mothers swelling cunt, and Patricia, who by now had wrapped more cord around Scouries flaccid nutsack, just above his retarded gonads, gave that cord a tug, and Scouries immediately thrust out his tongue as the big Black balls dragged and bounced over his face.
His mother was becoming quite wet now, and Scouries could see a faint froth forming around the stretched edges of her liver colored cunt, stretched impossibly thin around the enormous shaft of the Chauffeurs cock.
Robert began pumping harder now, still barely able to sink more than half of his massive tool into Scouries mothers now faintly reddening cunt, which now suddenly relaxed as she started pushing back in earnest, attempting the impossible task of swallowing the massive meat into her womb.
"I think she's ready baby", Patricia said.
Robert slowly withdrew his spectacular cock from Scouries mothers cunt, which gaped lewdly over his face, and pressing the massive head of his cock firmly up against Scouries mothers sphincter, grabbed handfuls of her ample ass on either side, pressed forward firmly until the first inch or so broke through the resistance
His mother let out another moan, longer, and louder, as the throbbing black shaft of the Nubian's cock penetrate her bowels. Robert gave another firm shove, and it went in deeper, several inches although there were many more to go, and in the end, he managed to get no more in her asshole than he had in her cunt before she begged for mercy.
Leroy began sawing in and out gently, her tightly stretched asshole, which was clinging tightly around the huge shaft of Black cock, Scouries wondered if he might not pull her colon out. Indeed, when he finally pulled slowly out of her ass with a faint pop, there was an enormous rosebud which went straight into Scouries mouth, the Chauffeurs hands on her hips pressing his mothers prolapsed asshole onto his face.
Another tug of the cord around his balls, and his tongue sought the aperture, swirling and tasting Roberts precum, mixed with the taste of plasma from his mothers chafed and ravaged turd tube.
The Nubian soon replaced Scouries tongue with his massive tool, this time going in more easily, but after pumping it rather harder for a few minutes while Scouries mother writhed and whimpered, could still not get it in much deeper.
He withdrew again, slightly faster, and this time Scouries mothers asshole gaped wide for a moment, as his mother, losing control, began pissing involuntarily.
It splashed off Scouries face, and get into his eyes, Patricia gave a tug, and Robert guided the powerful stream into Scouries open mouth.
He gagged and choked at the volume, and was finally forced to swallow, when he could no longer breathe, feeling faint nausea as the warm, acrid, salty fluid hit his stomach, which, like the rest of him, had never been strong to begin with.
As it slowed to a drip, Robert Scouries reentered mothers now swollen puffy asshole for several firm strokes, before once again pulling out, prompting another shorter release of urine into Scouries waiting mouth. The rosebud reappeared, which was again promptly shoved down into his mouth, as he attempted to tongue it, prompted by a hard tug on the leash around his balls, while at the same time trying to swallow a fresh load of piss.
"We need more lube", Robert said, glancing back at Patricia, who nodded towards and glanced at Scouries red face, shiny with his mothers piss.
Shrugging, the Black giant dipped his huge cock into Scouries mouth, but Scouries started gagging before even the head was all the way in. Scouries did, however, drool copiously as a result, and he ran the length of the monumental shaft up and down over Scouries tongue wile Patrica yanked hard on the reins.
After pausing to get Scouries to push more saliva up his mothers asshole with his tongue, the Chauffeur went at it again, pounding with earnest now into Scouries mothers now rubbery asshole, although he still couldn't get it any deeper.
His mother was now writhing over his head, something dripping from her still gaping cunt, the meaty flaps of her labia dragging across his face, alternating with Leroy's swollen balls.
Finally, Scouries mothers breath became short, and afer reaching around to squeeze and pinch the nipples of her ample tit's through the thin fabric of her Chemise, Robert reached down with one hand, and hooked into her cunt with Two thick fingers, frigging her furiously. Her back arched, and he pulled his mighty erection out of her in a long, smooth motion, finally exiting with a pop.
His mothers knees shook, her creamy gelatinous thighs quivered, and this time, instead of pissing, she gushed - hard and long, in spasms, somehow with even more volume and velocity than her urine, and she finally collapsed, her cunt dragging across Scouries shiny forehead as she sank to her knees on the floor of the Library.
Patricia laughed delightedly. "What did I tell you"? she said, "isn't he something"? She slapped the rock hard glutes of her Ebony lover, who grinned, his strong White teeth practically glowing in the dark as Patricia finished with: "my turn".
"Take the reins mother, she said, moving around to position her ass over Scouries face, while the Nubian eagerly stroked his cock as she did, this time grinding his own tight asshole onto Scouries tongue, and into which Scouries probed eagerly, in spite of the fact his mother was still crawling, groaning, around the other side of the chest on which Scouries was tied, to replace Patricia at the reins.
"Watch this", Patricia said, a slightly mad lilt in her voice, she in turn ground her puckered sphincter against Scouries tongue, lubing it up, then more huskily: "do it baby".
Robert, placed the head of his somehow, harder than ever cock between the smooth globes of Scouries wife's magnificent round ass, and with a grunt, shoved the first Four inches in without preamble.
Patrica sucked in her breath, and her eyes went wide, then her lids drooped, and her lip curled as the Nubian continued the pressure, sliding his still wet cock, deeper and deeper, forced to grab her hips and work it occasionally, she wiggling onto it, until finally, with a firm push, buried the last Six inches of that stupendous cock into her ass in a long smooth motion.
"My god, Scouries mother whispered hoarsely, "I can't believe you got that whole thing in there".
If Patricia had been capable of speech, she would have explained that in fact they had been working at this for some time, and initially, she hadn't even been able to manage as much as Scouries mother had taken.
But practice they had, and the Nubian for his part, was grateful, never having in his entire life found a woman that could take his ridiculously oversized meat all the way to the balls, and was quite fond of this crazy white bitch as a result, had even considered dropping out of Law School, which he was paying for with his Chauffeurs salary, to become her full time companion, so gratifying it was to finally feel his imense organ tightly encased along it's entire length, and in Patricia's velvety patrician bowels no less.
So in spite of the fact that Patricia was much smaller than his mother, not quite petite, but diminutive and fashionably thin, the Chauffeur had his colossal cock buried up to the hilt in her shapely ass. With dumb awe, Scouries could see her belly bulge with each thrust.
It became very quiet as Robert worked up to the climax, only faint whimpers from Patricia, and occasional, wet farts and squishing noises from her ravaged, distended asshole, as the stupendous cock slid in and out of her colon in long strokes.
After several minutes of vigorous thrusting the Nubian's breath started coming in shorter and shorter gasps. Patricia for her part, had an itch which had started in her clit, and which she had reached under to rub and twist gently, but had now migrated to her belly and the back of her thighs, a maddening itch, deep in the muscle, and as the Nubian's breathing became harsher, his thrusts harder and shorter, and finally, she stopped playing with her clit and began frantically clawing at her cunt, digging in deeply with all four fingers up to the knuckles as his back arches, and his hips began jerking spasmodically.
For a moment, she seemed suspended in midair, feeling light and airy, then she came. Without a sound at first, indeed, she had exhaled so hard there was no air in her lungs to make a sound, and had forgotten how to breathe, then a long, unearthly groan as her entire body was wracked with spasms, thighs quivering, toes curling, the simultaneous urges to climb off this thing impaling her and the swallow it deeper yet into the depths of her bowel making her mind spin and chills run up and down her spine.
As she came, the Nubian came as well, she could actually feel the huge cock pumping it's warm load into her bowels, and wave after wave of electric shock rippled through her, gradually slowing in speed and intensity, as Roberts thrusts likewise, tapered off and weakened.
Finally, as her lover ceased thrusting and sat back heavily on Scouries chest, knocking he wind out of him, she slid her throbbing colon off his cock with a faint pop, dragging her cunt across Scouries stunned face like her mother-in-law had before her. As she did so, a large glob of Roberts goo slid out her ass and into Scouries mouth, open, as his mother, starting to catch on, gave the leash around his tiny balls a hard yank. She noticed his tiny penis had finally moved, as if attempting an erection, but lacked the strength to do more than twitch slightly.
Patricia collapsed to the floor, knees spread wide, face to the floor, too weak to even go into a fetal curl, while Robert grinned, and Scouries mother pondered what sort of genetic damage from centuries of incest had produced such a pathetic excuse for a man as her son.
After this long quiet moment of reverie, each wrapped in their own thoughts, Robert slowly stood, helped Scouries mother to her feet and helped her put her dress back on, then began getting dressed himself.
Patricia smoothed her tennis skirt down over her supple thighs, and they all prepared to exit.
"Oh, one last thing", Scouries heard his mother say, and the cord binding his ankles was untied in the middle where it had kept his legs spread as far as the tweeds would allow.
She tugged his pants all the way off, Robert grabbed his ankles and pulled his legs back, knees to his chest, while Patricia re-secured the cord so he was bound that way, his fat pimply ass spread wide, reeking up the room.
"No" he muttered hoarsely, "not Leroy's cock", he managed.
"It's Robert, you dumbass"!, both women screamed at once.
"But no", his mother continued, "we'll have to save Robert that odious task for another day, I have plans for him myself after a long hot soak in the Jacuzzi, and your daughter will be home later, and I want to introduce her to him as well".
Robert grinned whitely.
" But I certainly hope you'll learn form Roberts example on how to please a full grown, adult woman, but meanwhile, I have something special planned for you, and I don't want you all wallowed out".
With that, the three exited, closing the door behind them again, and he could faintly hear them joking and giggling as they walked down the hall towards the stairs.
It was quiet for a long time, he could see nothing, his eyelids were glued shut by the Nubian's spunk, and in any case, they were still stinging and blurred for the successive waves of piss and female ejaculate from his mother and wife.
After a little while, he heard a senile shuffle of slippers out side the door, which opened, then shut as someone entered the room, a new scent, the scent of a familiar cologne, brandy, and stale cigars mingled with the scent of piss and well fucked asshole.
"Daddy?" he whispered...
TxRad
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Don't work too hard.
Just a Saturday bump...
Not working too hard but I have gotten a little writing down on my contest entry.
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fyi: copy of post made by the dumbest texan on the a.i.r. contest support thread...
Oh joy! Jacqui just warned me that the dumbest Texan has made his favorite post for the 213th time! It seems he forgot to post it here at thee same time. Let me share it with you:
[size=+3]THIS IS THE FAKE CONTEST THREAD[/size]
http://i536.photobucket.com/albums/ff327/michchick98/made-up-fucktard2.jpg
[size=+3]THIS IS THE FAKE CONTEST THREAD[/size]
http://i536.photobucket.com/albums/ff327/michchick98/made-up-fucktard2.jpg
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Okaybe. I have only been posting stories here for about six months, but curiosity prompts this question.
Just how long has this little 'post' war been going on?
I can see that Scouries has been here since 2005
It looks like LC started his thread about fake contest in 2009.
Not that I have any stake in this. I'm just an innocent...cough bystander, but since those tend to get shot at in wars I thought I would ask.
Ducking under my desk.
M.S.Tarot
Just how long has this little 'post' war been going on?
I can see that Scouries has been here since 2005
It looks like LC started his thread about fake contest in 2009.
Not that I have any stake in this. I'm just an innocent...cough bystander, but since those tend to get shot at in wars I thought I would ask.
Ducking under my desk.
M.S.Tarot
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People are usually safe until they start asking questions about scouries.... Uh.... Oops... A little late.
The war was mostly in the Feedback forum where he keeps his fake lists but he kept making forays into the real contest thread. Then he started his fake contest thread and that's when it moved to the AH.
He is the self-proclaimed number one writer on Lit but has never won a single contest of any kind. At first it was the people in the AH's fault. We were block voting according to him, which is why he never won. Now it's the site owner's fixing the contests and everyone who wins is cheating.
It has been a never ending deluge of bullshit of one kind or the other.
He is mostly harmless but he has duped newbies in the past into thinking his contest is real and that his rules are for all contests, which they are not. He has also browbeat newbies into leaving the site completely. He has said in the past that his goals are to bring the AH, the contests, and if at all possible, Lit down.
There are your reasons for the war, so duck and cover if you want. Most people have him on ignore and a few of us keep the message up about his bullshit and fraud.
We try to make the contests fun but he tries to scare everyone away. Put him on ignore and you won't miss a thing. In fact, it will enhance your contest experience.
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Sunday Evening bump. How was everyone's weekend? I made bagels at home for the first time!
TxRad
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I'm still working on the two novels and now the short third one I started is looking like a novel in the making also.
Why can't I ever write anything short?
I guess my small ideas are bigger than I think they are when I start.
I just finished a major re-write of mine. I'm going to let it fester -- erm, brew -- on the back burner now for a week.
I have interrupted myself. Dang it! So I'm feeling this non-contest story more than the contest story right now and between that and a trip to NYC, I know I won't be ready with the contest story in a week.
So, here's my question: if I submit mid-way through, or even towards the end of the contest, is it worth it? Are you still going to get a bump in your readership?
So, here's my question: if I submit mid-way through, or even towards the end of the contest, is it worth it? Are you still going to get a bump in your readership?
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Yes, it is worth it and yes, you will still get a bump in readership. Most of your votes and views will come in the first three days no matter when you post the story. And remember, contest stories usually take less than one day to post.
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And the first draft of my gay male story is done (exults with joy). 15647 words of men loving men (ok, loving might be a stretch ).
Off to my editors now. Hope it isn't as bad as I feared it would be.
).Off to my editors now. Hope it isn't as bad as I feared it would be.
My little experience mirrors TxRad's. I entered the Summer Lovin' contest somewhere about mid-way through, and while I could have wished my entry had fared better, it had an undeniable effect on my number of views.
Plus, I feel that writing a contest entry presents a kind of a challenge I'm not quite used to, yet: more or less writing viable erotica on spec. For me, it's easiest writing out a fantasy that's already rolling around in my head and making me want to share. It's much harder for me to feel really satisfied with something I've written for someone else's assignment, and I think it's useful to work at trying to do that well.
I would encourage you to take the time you need to be happy with the contest entry, and get it out there.
Good luck, whatever you decide!
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i wasn't looking and our racist did it again! luckily lovvergirl (ytcc) IM'd me...
post #1001 on the A.I.R. Contest Support Thread. Let's all look at our AHland racists posts. Expose him for what he is...sad really...
post #1001 on the A.I.R. Contest Support Thread. Let's all look at our AHland racists posts. Expose him for what he is...sad really...
ugly racist
[SIZE="+4"]THIS IS THE FAKE CONTEST THREAD
[/SIZE]
http://i536.photobucket.com/albums/ff327/michchick98/made-up-fucktard2.jpg
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My volunteer editor has had the story for a week now and I've heard nothing. I'm starting to get a familiar feeling about this...
I'm submitting it for the contest whether he gets back to me or not.
It's just...I feel guilty enough for posting my stories for innocent readers to suffer through, but they have to suffer through my bad grammar and spelling mistakes too?
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