Yes, Drill Sergeant!

“Jesus, Recruit Jannsen! That is one hell of a log you've got there! I'll swear blind you fucked the shit right out of me,” there was a strong hand on the Recruit's head, fingers digging in to a mass of sweaty blonde hair as the red sweating face of the Recruit was mashed into a shining naked ass made slick and sloppy by a copious load of cum, “but I'll tell you now that yesterday's steak dinner is still up there!”

There was a meaty fart and a groan from the assembled Recruits waiting in line, most naked from the waist down, only one still left clothed. Rectruit Jannsen audibly kept herself from heaving as she pulled away and clapped a hand to her nose and mouth.

In a second, the Drill Sergeant was looming above her, fatigues around her ankles and puffy, dripping pussy gaping lewdly as she screamed down into the Recruit's face, “You do not cum before your target does, you do not shoot her down before she's fucking red-hot and YOU. DO. NOT. PULL. OUT!”

Jannsen's huge cock had wilted to something that still seemed ridiculously impressive on the lean blonde, but she struggled back to her feet and staggered back into line, looking green about the gills.

“DID I TELL YOU TO STAND UP!?”

Jannsen made to flop to the floor again.

“DID I TELL YOU TO SIT DOWN!??”

The Drill Sergeant roared this at the poor Recruit, the Sergeant's huge fake tits bouncing wildly in her standard issue tank top as she put her full power into the shout, nearly causing the poor girl to cartwheel in confused indecision.

Jannsen was nearly in tears as the peroxide blonde Drill Sergeant jerked the Recruit to her feet and pointed menacingly down at Jannsen's wilted cock.

“YOU WILL GIVE ME TWENTY!”

“Yes, Drill Sergeant!”

“I CAN'T HEAR YOU!”

“YES, DRILL SERGEANT!”

Placated, the blonde waddled back to the middle of the room and planted her hands on her hips, legs parted as widely as her fatigues would let them, bunched up as they were around her ankles, her massively gaping cunt still dripping long, thick streamers of cum as she stared at them over her aviator sunglasses menacingly.

All that could be heard in the room was the solitary sound of Jannsen jerking off in a hard and fast rhythm, using both hands to control her intimidating cock.

“What a bunch of GARBAGE!”

The Recruits leaned back under the force of the volley from the Drill Sergeant.

“This is a war dammit and we need every baby in enemy bellies that we can! You will see your best friends lost to honey traps, run into ambushes of guerilla pussy and run from naked, screaming, massive muscle amazons – the enemy's own heavy artillery!”

Theatrically, she put a hand to her head and looked up at the ceiling of the hangar.

“And all we have to throw at those sluts is YOU!”

An accusing finger darted out and she pointed at the first Recruit, “Ramirez, you've got the girth and the cum volume, but you screech like a bitch when you fuck your target. You wouldn't last five seconds before being swarmed.”

“Taylor! All the black meat in the world won't help if you can't keep that snake you carry around rock hard for the duration. Pathetic!”

She skipped the rest and several Recruits relaxed imperceptibly, but earned a warning glare which caused them to straighten once more.

“Jannsen here is the only one to have fucking reamed me out good and she's got a fucking hair trigger! Ah jeez, right on time – that's one! Nineteen more loads to go Jannsen!”

Quiet settled in again as the Drill Sergeant made a point of not looking at the last girl in line.

“And then there's you... some pasty-ass soft tiny little goth bitch who wouldn't know which end of a goddamn old-fashioned futa train to start fucking. How the fuck did you even manage to make your damn uniform depressing, you little weirdo bitch?!”

There was silence from the ranks as a couple of heads turned to look at the tiny goth girl stood at the end in black fatigues and a black long-sleeved top with a black cap shadowing her face.

She was a head shorter than all but Ramirez, and Ramirez wasn't much over 5'4”. She looked like a child next to all of the other futas, her crotch not even displaying the kind of thick, heavy package most of the others had been sporting in their fatigues.

The Drill Sergeant swore and turned around, bending over and spreading her gaping, sloppy pussy open as she pointedly looked away from the line of Recruits.

“Just get over here and fuck me, Penbrough. I have paperwork to do and we can't wait all day.”

There were sniggers as Recruit Penbrough responded with a crisp, girlish “Yes, Drill Sergeant!” and began marching forward.

The sniggers stopped as the next petite stride encompassed the Recruit gripping the collar of her top in both hands and casually shredding it, revealing a pal

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