The Captain gets creative

The tournament became a regular event and was held each week. Because the Captain got better at typing the winners the number of prize beers had to be reduced to two per player of the winning team and none for the second place. She lost often enough for the platoon not to be disappointed; she never did that on purpose though. Billiard games for higher stakes also happened once a week, but without voting this time. Each week a different volunteer faced Sarah; if he lost - he would skip a round of sex, if he won - one of several things would happen. The Captain created a list, the three original options were included; on each such evening she would pick one at random in front of the soldiers. Of all the games played at the cantina she was strongest at billiards, so she rarely lost, but that did not reduce the excitement. Touching remained the platoon’s favourite, so whenever it was drawn Sarah would increase the duration by one minute, regardless of the result of the game. The Captain was creative and was able to come up with many ideas to spice up their stay at Fort Holloway, and to get even more sex while doing so, but there was one thing that kept returning to her mind, not so much during the day, but often in her dreams. The Gangbang.

Not that she was not having enough sex, on the contrary, but that had been a unique **** experience; most women would not want to repeat it, but she belonged to a tiny minority. The Captain struggled with her thoughts for weeks. During that period the Arons visited the Fort once again with a truck full of supplies, uncommon amounts of beers included. They had a threesome together and Sarah suspended her schedule with the platoon for that day. She might have been breaking the rules with both groups, but she preferred to limit the number of people who knew that she was the Camp’s Whore. On the day when the Lieutenants departed the Captain decided that she wanted to have another gangbang, but a planned and orderly one this time. By then Sarah had had sex with each soldier at least once. Her lessons might not be too meaningful during a gangbang, but the closer, more intimate contact meant that the young men would at least not be as nervous. They would also not be acting upon an impulse born out of pure lust, but participate in planned fully consensual sex. The Captain planned everything in her head, then decided to inform the platoon about her plans. She did that in the same manner in which she had made many such announcements and which was basically a parody of the military ways.