Archie’s War
Copyright© 2025 by Mark Gander
Chapter 2
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Archie McDermott’s war has taken him a long way from his father’s barbershop since Fireball Day, including a new family, but geographically, he hasn’t traveled very far, from Wheaton to Peoria, fighting the neofascist Justice Party faction in Illinois. His pursuit of vengeance is almost done, but he has a new purpose: rebuilding again in love, lust, trust, and faith in the new Havenite religion…and Schumacher Syndrome. He also has to deal with the ghosts of his tormented family past.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Consensual BiSexual Military War Science Fiction Post Apocalypse Sharing Rough Spanking Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Interracial White Male Oriental Female Hispanic Female Anal Sex Analingus Food Oral Sex Pregnancy Big Breasts Politics Violence
1235 hours, local time
Saturday, 13 June, 2015 (second day of 48 hour liberty)
Temporary Billet
Peoria, Illinois
“Damn, Choi, these sandwiches are amazing!” Corporal Archie McDermott exclaimed as he ate lunch with his two fiancées, PFC Tam Choi and PFC Rosa Vazquez, as well as Private Gabriel Romaine, who was also engaged to all three of them.
“Si, mi corazon!” Vazquez reacted with a kiss between her three lovers ... between bites.
Romaine leaned back in the chair, popping another sandwich wedge in his mouth. “You know ... we’re going to be moved up soon for the last stand in Vandalia. The enemy’s not just gonna roll over and give up his last citadel to coalition forces.”
“Try not to dwell on that, honey. Focus on food, drink ... and sex,” Choi told him before kissing all three partners.
“I’ll drink to that!” Archie grinned as Choi planted herself on his cock, both of them sipping some fine local brew.
Thankfully, they were all nude right then ... completely naked. Choi was already riding Archie like he was her personal saddle as Rosa and Gabriel watched with hungry eyes. Vazquez mounted Romaine now, bouncing up and down with shameless enthusiasm, her dark curls swaying wildly as she took him deep.
“Ahh—precioso, you fill me up so well,” she moaned, teeth biting her lower lip to stifle a cry when he bucked his hips to meet her rhythm.
Choi had lost track of how long she’d been grinding against Archie’s cock, only aware of the slick heat between them and the way his fingers dug into her thighs, urging her faster. The beer bottle lay abandoned on the floor, its contents spilling unnoticed as Rosa’s breathless laughter mixed with the wet slap of skin on skin.
Gabriel arched beneath Rosa, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. “Christ, you’re going to break me before Vandalia does,” he groaned, but his smirk betrayed him—he’d happily die this way, wrecked beneath her. Rosa responded by leaning down to nip at his collarbone, her nails raking down his chest just to hear him hiss.
Archie, meanwhile, wasn’t the type to lie back. He flipped Choi onto her belly ... with a little force, which was how she liked it ... and pinned her wrists behind her back as he drove into her from behind. “That’s it,” he growled against her ear, teeth grazing the shell as she whimpered—half protest, half plea.
Rosa twisted suddenly, pulling free of Gabriel’s grip to spin around and take him reverse cowgirl, her muscular thighs slamming down with deliberate violence. Gabriel’s groan punched out of him like he’d been gut-shot, his fingers scrambling for purchase on her sweat-slicked back. “Fucking hell—yes, just like that—” His words dissolved into ragged breathing as she rode him with the same focused brutality she’d once reserved for clearing sectors and pockets of live enemy.
Choi came first, her entire body locking tight around Archie’s cock as she shuddered through a silent scream—though it wouldn’t stay silent for long. Archie followed a heartbeat later, hips stuttering as he spilled into her with a choked curse. Gabriel and Rosa weren’t far behind, their mutual climax hitting like a grenade blast: Rosa’s spine arched impossibly backward while Gabriel’s teeth sank into her shoulder, muffling his roar against her skin.
“Let’s swap,” Archie declared, more instruction than suggestion.
Before Choi could protest, he hauled her up by the hips and slid her onto Gabriel’s cock while Rosa—still gasping from her own climax—rolled onto Archie’s lap with a wicked grin. The rotation was seamless, battlefield-efficient; their bodies knew each other’s rhythms better than drill sergeants knew the manual. Rosa clenched around Archie immediately, her hips circling slow and deep while Choi braced herself against Gabriel’s chest, her thighs trembling as she lowered onto him.
Archie playfully bit Rosa’s shoulder—just hard enough to make her yelp—before flipping her onto her belly, her ass raised in defiant invitation. “Always so damn bossy,” she laughed into the mattress as he pinned her wrists with one hand and guided himself back inside with the other. The slap of flesh was louder now, unrestrained, their sweat-slick skin sticking where their bodies met. Rosa’s taunts dissolved into ragged moans as Archie fucked her with the same relentless precision he’d used to eliminate enemy sappers and snipers during the recent fighting in Peoria.
Meanwhile, Choi—who’d barely caught her breath—was already climbing Gabriel’s body with predatory focus. She straddled his lap and sank down onto him without preamble, her fingers digging bruises into his shoulders as she rode him hard. “You’re mine now, Private,” she hissed, her dark eyes flashing with something between a threat and a promise. Gabriel could only groan, his hips bucking upward to meet her punishing pace, his hands gripping her waist like she was the only thing keeping him from drowning.
Archie grinned at the sight before delivering a sharp slap to Rosa’s ass—the crack echoing through the room—leaving a red handprint that bloomed across her skin. “That’s what you get for teasing,” he growled, fucking her deeper with each thrust, her body arching to take him even as she gasped. Rosa retaliated by reaching back to claw at his thigh, her nails leaving angry red trails. “Fuck you—harder—” she demanded, and Archie obliged, his grip tightening on her hips as he drove into her like he was trying to leave an imprint.
Then, without warning, Archie tangled his fingers into Rosa’s dark curls and yanked, forcing her head back in a brutal arc. Her breath hitched, her body tightening around him instantly—her arousal spiking as pain and pleasure blurred into something electric. “That’s it,” Archie murmured against her ear, his voice rough with approval, “you love this, don’t you?” Rosa couldn’t even form words, just a strangled moan as he tugged harder, her back arching further until the muscles trembled with the strain.
After another fifteen minutes, everyone came again—Choi first, her thighs clamping around Gabriel’s hips as she came with a sharp cry, her nails leaving crescent moons in his chest. Gabriel followed with a groan so deep it sounded torn from his ribs, his hands gripping Choi’s waist hard enough to bruise, his release spilling into her with shuddering intensity. Archie and Rosa weren’t far behind—Rosa’s entire body locked up, her scream muffled by the mattress as Archie’s thrusts turned erratic, his fingers tightening in her hair as he emptied himself inside her with a guttural curse.
Archie pulled out of Rosa’s soaked pussy with a lewd pop, his cock still glistening as he shifted behind her, pressing the blunt head against her asshole without hesitation. “Relax,” he murmured—more command than request—before pushing in, her tight ring of muscle yielding slowly to his relentless pressure. Rosa gasped, her fingers twisting in the sheets as he stretched her open inch by inch, her body fighting the intrusion even as her hips rocked back to take him deeper.
Choi, meanwhile, had Gabriel face-down on the dining room floor before he could catch his breath, her slick fingers circling his asshole with deliberate intent. “You’re not getting off that easy,” she purred, working a single digit inside him, then another, her palm following with obscene ease as Gabriel’s entire body jerked beneath her. His groan was half-strangled—part pain, part delirious pleasure—as she twisted her wrist, stretching him wide around her knuckles.
Archie bottomed out in Rosa’s ass with a grunt, his grip on her hips tight enough to leave bruises as she shuddered around him. “Fuck—you’re so tight—” he hissed, hips rolling slow and deep, savoring the way her muscles fluttered in protest before yielding to his rhythm. Rosa’s muffled curses dissolved into gasping moans, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the sweat-slick floor as Archie fucked her with the same ruthless efficiency he’d used to breach enemy perimeters.
Choi pinned Gabriel’s wrists to the small of his back with one hand while the other worked him open, her knuckles dragging against his inner walls with each deliberate thrust. “You take this so well,” she cooed, her voice dripping with false sweetness as she twisted her wrist just enough to make him whimper. Gabriel’s thighs trembled, his cock dripping untouched onto the floor beneath him, his breath coming in ragged pants as Choi’s fingers curled inside him—ruthless, relentless.
Archie and Rosa fucked for several more minutes, their bodies slick with sweat as he drove into her ass with punishing precision, each thrust earning a bitten-off moan from Rosa’s swollen lips. Her fingers clawed at the floorboards, her back arched like a bowstring as Archie’s hips pistoned against her, the slap of skin echoing through the room. Meanwhile, Choi abandoned Gabriel’s ass long enough to snatch the remaining eggplant from the abandoned lunch spread, her smirk widening as she pressed the cool, tapered end against his twitching hole. Gabriel’s entire body jerked when she pushed it in, his cry strangled as the vegetable stretched him obscenely wide, its ridges catching on his rim with every inch Choi forced deeper.
Archie didn’t slow his pace, his hands gripping Rosa’s hips hard enough to leave bruises as he fucked her through her own climax, her body clamping around him like a vise. “That’s it—take it,” he growled, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as she shuddered beneath him, her asshole fluttering around his cock in erratic pulses.
Choi twisted the eggplant deeper into Gabriel’s ass, her fingers slick with lube and his own desperate arousal as she worked it in to the hilt. His breath came in ragged, punched-out gasps, his thighs trembling where they pressed against the floorboards. “Fuck—Choi—that’s—ahh—” His words collapsed into a moan as she rocked the vegetable inside him, its ridges dragging against his oversensitive walls with each cruel twist of her wrist.
Then, without warning, Choi dragged the eggplant halfway out and turned it around, pressing the other end against her own dripping cunt. She sank down onto it with a shuddering sigh, her thighs flexing as she took the full length inside herself in one smooth stroke. The remaining half of the vegetable jutted obscenely from between her legs, glistening with her wetness as she adjusted her grip on Gabriel’s hips.
“Hold still,” she ordered—her voice honey-dark with promise—before driving the embedded eggplant back into him with a sharp snap of her hips.
Archie—still buried to the hilt in Rosa’s ass—choked out a laugh, his fingers tightening in her hair. “Jesus fucking Christ, Choi,” he groaned, hips stuttering as he watched her ride Gabriel’s ass with the same ruthlessness that she showed in combat. Rosa twisted beneath him, her back arching as she reached behind herself to claw at his thigh, her breath coming in ragged bursts.
“Don’t—fucking stop—” she gasped, her body tightening around him in rhythmic waves.
Archie had lost all semblance of control now, his hips pistoning into Rosa’s ass with brutal precision, her muscles clenching around him like a vise. “God—fuck—” he choked out, his fingers digging bruises into her hips as his orgasm ripped through him, spilling deep inside her with a guttural groan. Rosa came seconds later, her entire body locking up beneath him, her scream muffled by the mattress as her asshole fluttered around his cock in erratic pulses.
Archie then slid out of Rosa and went straight behind Choi.
The moment Choi felt Archie’s cock pressed against her ass, still slick with Rosa’s cum, she arched her back with a groan—half protest, half invitation—as he pushed in without ceremony. The stretch burned deliciously, her body still throbbing from her own climax, but she didn’t slow her movements, still working the eggplant in and out of Gabriel’s ass with merciless precision.
“Fuck—both of you—” Gabriel gasped, his voice wrecked, his fingers scrambling against the floorboards as Choi’s hips snapped forward, driving the vegetable deeper.
Rosa, still trembling from her own climax, staggered up from the dining room floor and bent over in front of Choi, her ass still glistening with Archie’s spend. “Your turn,” she panted, fingers spreading her cheeks wide. “Lick me clean, soldado.” Choi didn’t hesitate—she leaned forward and inserted her tongue into Rosa’s tight culo, tasting salt and Archie as Rosa shuddered above her.
Archie groaned at the sight, his cock twitching where it was still buried in Choi’s ass, his fingers gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he muttered, his hips rolling shallowly as Choi worked her tongue deeper, her nose pressed flush against Rosa’s perineum. Rosa’s breath hitched, her thighs trembling as Choi’s tongue circled her rim with deliberate precision, her own fingers twisting in Choi’s hair to keep her in place.
After five punishing minutes of buggering Choi, Archie’s thrusts turned erratic, his cock pulsing inside her as he flooded her bowels with thick ropes of cum. Choi moaned around Rosa’s ass, her own body clenching around the eggplant still buried inside her, her thighs shaking as Archie’s release spilled hot and sticky inside her. Gabriel, still pinned beneath her, gasped as her hips stuttered, the vegetable shifting inside him with each involuntary twitch of her muscles.
As soon as Choi came with a muffled scream against Rosa’s flesh—her orgasm ripping through her like shrapnel—Gabriel followed, his cock untouched as he spent himself across the floorboards in thick, shuddering spurts. Rosa wasted no time; she snatched the eggplant from Choi’s slack grip and shoved it back into his butt. The other end, slick with Choi’s juices, impaled her own gash now with delight.
Archie hauled Choi up by the hair, her lips still glistening from Rosa’s ass, and shoved his cock down her throat without ceremony. “Suck,” he ordered, his voice rough with arousal, his hips pistoning forward until her nose pressed flush against his pelvis. Choi’s gag reflex kicked in, her throat fluttering around him, but Archie held her firm, his fingers twisting in her dark strands as he fucked her face with relentless precision.
Gabriel, still impaled on the eggplant, let out a broken groan as Rosa twisted the vegetable deeper, her thighs flexing where she straddled him. “You love this,” she taunted, rolling her hips to grind the tapered end against his prostate, her own cunt dripping onto his trembling back. His response was incoherent—half-sob, half-plea—as she rode him harder, her nails raking down his spine.
Choi gagged around Archie’s cock, her throat convulsing as he held her head still, fucking her face with brutal efficiency. Tears streaked her cheeks, mingling with saliva and precum, her fingers scrabbling uselessly at his thighs. Archie’s groan was rough with approval, his hips stuttering as he spilled down her throat in thick pulses, her swallowing reflex kicking in instinctively around him.
Across the room, Rosa’s thighs clenched around Gabriel’s hips as she came again, her orgasm ripping through her with violent intensity. Gabriel followed a heartbeat later, his spine arching off the floor as he emptied himself onto the floorboards beneath them for the second time in minutes. Their mutual climax left them both shuddering, sweat-slick skin sticking where their bodies pressed together.
Archie pulled out of Choi’s throat with a wet pop, his cock glistening with spit as he grabbed Rosa by the waist and hauled her off Gabriel’s still-twitching body. He crushed his mouth against hers first—a bruising kiss that tasted of salt and sex—before turning to Choi, his fingers tangling in her hair as he licked into her mouth with possessive hunger.
“Time for analingus,” he ordered, voice rough as gravel, shoving Choi down onto her hands and knees in front of Rosa. “Rosa, lick her clean. Then she does you again. Then back and forth. Keep rimming each other until I say to stop.” Choi’s breath hitched when Rosa’s tongue immediately probed deep into her loosened hole, lapping at Archie’s spend with obscene enthusiasm.
Archie gripped Gabriel’s hips hard enough to leave bruises as he positioned himself behind the shuddering private, pressing the slick head of his cock against Gabriel’s clenched hole.
“Breathe,” he commanded—just before driving forward in one brutal thrust, shearing Gabriel open with ruthless precision. Gabriel’s scream punched through the room, his spine bowing as Archie buried himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against Gabriel’s trembling thighs.
Choi gasped against Rosa’s tongue, her hips jerking back as Rosa licked deeper, her fingers spreading Choi’s cheeks wider to lap up every last drop of Archie’s cum. The wet, filthy sounds of Rosa’s mouth working her open mixed with Gabriel’s ragged sobs and the slick slap of Archie’s hips pistoning into Gabriel’s ruined hole.
Archie growled, his fingers digging into Gabriel’s waist as he fucked him with the same brutal efficiency he’d used to breach enemy bunkers—short, punishing strokes that left Gabriel’s fingers scrabbling at the floorboards, his cock twitching untouched and oversensitive beneath him.
“Take it,” Archie snarled, his palm cracking down on Gabriel’s ass hard enough to leave a red handprint blooming across his skin.
Rosa’s tongue circling Choi’s asshole paused only long enough for her to bite Choi’s inner thigh—sharp enough to draw a yelp—before plunging back in, her nose buried against Choi’s perineum as she licked deeper.
“Your ass is so delicious I wish I could eat it for dessert ... then again, I guess that’s what I’m doing now,” Rosa told Choi with real enjoyment of her sweaty tush.