Chapter 1: Star Spangled Fanny Fireworks

All Star Spangled Greek Buff and Rub

Sex Strawberries & Cream!

July 4th Contest: Now that the contest is over I am in the process of building a more seamless story with the continuity of later chapters. Stay tuned to this space.

Disclaimer: All characters are adults and at least nineteen years old. All persons are composites and names are picked at random. No event or plot represents any person living or deceased. Actions are fantasy and the author does not recommend any of their actual ‘play time.’

Author’s Note: July 4th Contest: Now that the contest is over. Thank you to everyone who has voted. I am in the process of building a more seamless story with the continuity of later chapters. Stay tuned to this space.

Disclaimer: All characters are adults and at least nineteen years old. All persons are composites and names are picked at random. No event or plot represents any person living or deceased. Actions are fantasy and the author does not recommend any of their actual ‘play time.’

Greek life is an important and prestigious part of college life. As one of the first year Greeks, the Beta Boys and the Alpha Girls had more to concern themselves then to ‘boff,’ each other.

Enter the grandiose creatively designed ‘Slap Games,’ the Country’s Birthday, A star spangled sorority flag girl over the lap of a fully costumed headed GW, George Washington. A big head with flowing white hair, over-sized hands and a navy blue uniform complete with gold shiny buttons. The lucky unknown Beta boy secure in his identity being hidden for the frat feature on stage skit. Yep, that’s me and while there were several sorority girls I liked, it was one bouncy bottom blonde with long hair down to her butt that I knew thanks to an exchange was going to have her butt buffed in ‘hanky spanky style in a slap happy beat to the music!

The girls of Alpha Zee Dee and Alpha Phi would direct, produce and do the lighting. But the sound of the ‘Slaps against the flag girl’s butt, they knew was the sound the pay per view event to raise money for a new state of the art performance center at the college rested on the slaps and whimpers as clothe paddle hit against soft feminine short clothed flesh.

My stated goal to the Beta guys was to make her unseen butt the same color as the red short shorts. Charlotta was expecting her friend in the GW Costume, but there were going to be a lot harder slaps than her friend Martha Ann would have given her mouthwatering ass. Strict rules were enforced that all participants, producers and viewers had reached the majority age of eighteen male and female. Only those eighteen year old which included all the sorority pleges, Alphas of all kinds and behinds at ‘King College’ were allowed to participate in the aptly named games and no one under twenty-one years old held a viewer ticket for the games.

“You all can wear you’re comfortable and coolest red cotton cloth shorts to begin the Slap Games fundraiser.” Deal told them. Charlotta wore very short red cloth shorts, also known as, hot pants. They were a patriotic color, ‘RED’ and were so tight across her bottom she had a visible panty line. The blonde had picked a performer card out the crystal glass bowl. Her naiveté and bubbly persona came out immediately while I saw her as my prey thanks to Martha Ann Wood, is what I would sport as my long brown hair, of a chestnut color had already been stuffed into the big head of GW.

“Yeah, I would make sure she wished she could ride the monster roller coaster with a fried bottom at Carrowinds. After I was through with her bottom she would be wishing she could ride the stand up roller coasters,” she said with an impish smile. Martha Ann laughed and patted Charlotta’s red short-clad bottom. the blonde looked vexed at the glee her ‘sister’ was taking in having a hand tormenting the sweetest girl in school.