A-Forced

Pepper Potts

Peter didn’t feel right being around the Avengers at the funeral. He felt marked by some scarlet letter. Tony’s apprentice, his successor, the reason he risked it all. When the Avengers—Tony’s real friends, his real family—looked at him, Peter felt like they were searching for value. Some trick of the light that would justify that sacrifice. Something that would make the puzzle pieces fit. Peter supposed he could sympathize. He just didn’t have anywhere to look himself.
 
He went inside the house—somehow its forbidding solitude didn’t seem to have an effect on him, not when he could barely believe Tony was gone. He found Pepper sitting alone on the sofa, tears glistening on her cheeks in the dark settings of her runny mascara. If she wasn’t in the same boat that he was, they were at least in the same river. Peter imagined the Avengers found it hard to face her—hard to wonder again if there was anything more they could’ve done to save her husband. With all his problems, Peter didn’t have that one. Tony saved him, not the other way around.
 
“Peter… oh, there you are,” Pepper said, wiping her eyes. If Peter had detected any censure in her words, he would’ve fled immediately—as it was, he nearly flinched to hear her. But when she spoke, it was like she was beseeching him to stay, to comfort her. He sat down beside her and she almost fell on him, resting her head on his shoulder, crying again with barely any respite from the tears she’d wiped away.
 
Peter cradled her head, rocking her like she was a small child instead of a woman twice his age. “It’ll be alright, Ms. Potts… Mrs. Stark. Your husband’s a hero. If you can’t have him… at least you get to remember him the way he wanted to be.”
 
Pepper shook her head mutely against his arm. “I don’t know. I don’t know anything. Hold me, Peter. I don’t have anyone to… just hold me…”
 
After a moment, Peter started stroking Pepper’s hair. It seemed to bristle, growing unruly at his softest touch, as though her usual well-manicured pomade was somehow hiding a mass of wild hair. He smoothed every strawberry blonde lock by hand, stroking it down her back, feeling her spine tighten and relax as he transitioned from combing down her hair to caressing the tension from her back.
 
“God, you’re such a sweetheart,” Pepper breathed tearfully, her voice trembling, but less raw than before. It reminded Peter of every sci-fi show he’d ever seen, where they stopped the power core from exploding but it was still damaged, venting steam, being a mess. “You remind me of him. Tony. When he was young.”
 
She must’ve sensed the start go through Peter. Surprise at Tony Stark being called a sweetheart. Even more surprise at being compared to him.
 
Pepper reached up to run her hand over his smooth face. “You know Tony. He doesn’t hide things, he just shows you everything and sees if you care enough to sift through all the crap to see what’s important. He showed me videos from his childhood, told me stories, had pictures everywhere. He was a lot like you, Peter. But when his parents died, it changed everything. You’re like how he was before.”
 
“I know what it’s like to lose people,” Peter said tersely, instantly regretting it—lecturing the widow at her funeral on loss, volunteering himself to talk about Uncle Ben and his parents and… everyone when it was hard enough talking about Mr. Stark. Tony.
 
“I know you do,” Pepper replied. “But you haven’t let it change you, you’ve just let it… happen. That’s what Tony would want for you. It’s what he’d want for himself—if he had any say in the matter… it feels so good to have someone's arms around me. No one knows how to touch me with him gone. No one knows what I… need…"
 
Peter carefully lifted her tear-streaked face to his. She was a beautiful woman no matter her age—her face smooth and unlined save for a few wiggles at the corners of her lips and the sides of her eyes. Her physique was long and lean, desirable even through the elegance of the funereal garb she was in. The pert handfuls of her breasts called to him. Her eyes looked into his and demanded to feel something other than the grief that paralyzed her. He had to draw it out of her like venom from a snake bite.
 
Gently, he kissed her lips, allowing his mouth and hers to simply linger together for a moment. When Pepper didn’t resist, he deepened the kiss, but he had barely done anything when Pepper opened her lips and shoved her tongue against his, her grief lending the action a frantic urgency. She swirled and circled her tongue around his with an experience Peter could never had imagined, letting him know how thankful she was to have someone, anyone, to touch while she flailed around for a grip on the unmoored world. As their tongues stroked and caressed, Peter realized how much she needed him.
 
Peter’s hands moved to the back of Pepper’s gown, drawing the zipper down her spine, then pulling the dress up off her body and down to her waist. Her breasts—fine and supple, the perfect accoutrement to her sylphlike body—tumbled into his hands. Peter felt their smoothly burnished warmth in his hands and instantly knew it wouldn’t be enough. He wrenched her bra out of the way. He had to have more.
 
Peter broke off the kiss, dropping down to engulf her pale breast with his mouth. His tongue stirred inside his full mouth, lightly touching the erect nipple that defied the softness of Pepper’s marshmallow teat.
 
“Yes, Peter, that’s so good!” Pepper sighed, pushing her fingers through Peter’s shaggy hair, pulling his face against her chest. She needed more of her breast inside his mouth, receiving more of the decadent feeling he was giving her areola.
 
Peter shoved Pepper’s nipple down with his tongue, then made slow loops and spirals all around it. Her nipple stiffened still further under Peter’s tongue, its hardness becoming stingingly painful as if to compensate for the pleasure she was feeling. The sweet torture wracked her flesh, seeming to toss her in another direction every time Peter’s dexterous tongue met her nipple. When he sucked strongly on what felt like her entire breast, Pepper gasped, “That’s perfect! Oh God, thank you, thank you!”
 
Peter pulled as much of her breast into his mouth as he could fit. It was impossible to get all of her sweetly rounded tit inside his mouth, but he tried. He tried as desperately as Pepper wanted him to.
 
His teeth left red marks on the contours of Pepper’s breast. He bit down lightly and sent a jagged bolt of passion through the varied sensations Pepper was feeling. He felt her flesh quiver, her skin goosepimple, and knew with some awe that he had turned her on.
 
Pepper felt herself growing wet with desire, heated with need. The numbness that had pervaded her body since Tony’s death was clearing up like a ray of light breaking through dark clouds. She knew it wouldn’t be forever, that the sadness she felt would inevitably return, but for now, she savored the mindless, pleasing physicality of this encounter with Peter. She let herself be nothing more than a warm body, one-half of a chemical reaction.
 
“Take me now, Peter. I want you inside me.” Pepper skirted her undone dress down her body, kicking it off her long legs, leaving herself in only her disarrayed bra and black panties that hugged the subtle curves of her buttocks and pubic mound. Peter’s awareness of her beauty hit him like a bolt of lightning. “I want you to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before. I want you to fuck me in the ass.”
 
Peter eyed Pepper’s body, tight and firm despite her age, then imagined the roundness of her hips bouncing off his groin as he plowed into her. He’d never fucked a woman’s ass before. The idea made his cock quake with demanding vigor. He felt like he had to fuck her—now, right now.
 
Unable to speak, he unzipped his pants and hauled out his jerking cock for Pepper to see. With one look at it, Pepper took a deep breath. Seeing how large his dick actually was made her tense up. She’d love to have his massive prick in her cunt, fucking the shit out of her, but having it in her ass, fucking her ass… she wondered if she could even stand it.
 
But she had to. She had to feel something. Anything was better than the dull malaise of waiting for her sadness to lift. She thought Tony would approve—he needed no better reason to do something risky than because he was bored. Pepper twisted about onto all fours, facing away from Peter, and raked her panties down her thighs. Letting him see the pert, sweetly small ass she meant to hold him in.
 
Peter gulped hard. Pepper’s ass was gently rounded, wiggling in the air with an open invitation that called directly to his balls. He thought he could feel the cum in his balls, blazing hot like oil in an engine.
 
Come on, Spider-Man… He forced himself to calm down. He absolutely would not let himself come until he was buried balls deep in Pepper’s trim ass.
 
Pepper tossed aside her bra. “Spit in your hand, Peter. Rub it on your cock. Then fuck me in the ass.”
 
Peter could not turn down that invitation, especially not when his cock was literally hurting to be inside her. Somehow, he’d turned the classy, refined Pepper Potts into someone wanton, someone who fucked, and if he wanted to take advantage of that, he’d have to do it now. He lubed up his prick as she’d instructed, then lunged forward for her asshole. Not thinking to take his cock firmly in hand before going in search of her tiny little anus, he missed. Instead, he found himself sliding up to the hilt in Pepper’s cunt.
 
The redhead gasped as she felt his cock quivering in her sex, its heat searing her from the inside. She could feel it jerk with appreciation for her tightness. The stretching folds of her pussy felt the slightest motion of his prick with a mixture of pain and unbridled lust. Pepper trembled—she hadn’t been expecting him there. She’d been so focused on loosening up for his entry into her ass that her pussy had tensed up, made her feel like a virgin losing her cherry. And now she found herself reacting even more strongly to her penetration, clamping down on his cock with her inner muscles, massaging it in hopeless obeisance to the sheer size with which he’d entered her.
 
She could feel the big blue vein on the top of Peter’s cock, staying firm as the walls of her pussy ground against it, her juices flowing over his manhood and running down her inner thigh. His cockhead seemed to swell inside of her. Pepper reveled in being filled to overflowing with a man’s hardened flesh. Her grief was gone; Peter’s cock was the only thing in the world for her. She wiggled her hips with painful, pleasurable jolts of inner motion, demanding more from Peter as best she could when she was already overwhelmed by his impalement of her.
 
Peter wanted to be satisfied with the bliss he’d found inside Pepper, pump in and out of her clasping sex as wildly as she was asking him to. But he still had his sights set on her asshole. It would be even tighter than her pussy—he’d be a fool to pass that up. Just thinking about it made his cock feel like it was about to explode.
 
Peter pulled slowly back, thinking only of not coming from the pressure her cunt exerted as it tried to hold onto him. The sloshing of her disturbed juices and closing folds sounded obscene. Pepper’s eyes rolled back in her head, her body quivering, getting off on the motion inside her even as she saw that it spelled an end to her current satisfaction.
 
“No, Peter,” she moaned, her voice full of pleasure no matter how she entreated them. “Don’t take it away… I need it… I need you… you can come inside me… don’t wear a rubber… fucking knock me up, just don’t stoopppp…”
 
Pepper’s trim belly rolled and flexed as Peter finally broke away from the suction of her cunt, leaving her powerfully clutching inner muscles to tremble with the excitement of his movement, even in leaving her. Pepper was nearly brought to orgasm just being denied by him. She wondered fleetingly if that made her submissive—she was a secretary that had married her boss, after all.
 
Peter looked down at Pepper, shaking tenderly—now that he was out, she seemed to realize just how massively he had penetrated her, her pussy closing fearfully. Ready to try its hand at repelling him again. Peter didn’t care. His cock dripped with her sex’s cream. He looked at its slippery length and knew it was ready to sodomize Pepper.
 
Placing one hand on the small of Pepper’s back, Peter held her in place as easily as he would stick to a wall. With his other hand, he guided himself to Pepper’s anal opening. This time, there would be no mistake. He pushed his cockhead against her tiny asshole, the firm muscle not willing to let him in without a fight. He pressed in with a slow, insistent pressure, feeling the ring of muscle giving way for him almost before he’d started. He pushed harder. Then, with the suddenness of a summer storm, he stabbed inside of Pepper. In a flash, he was immersed in the tightest hole he’d ever entered.
 
If the sudden surrender of Pepper’s asshole surprised him, it shocked Pepper. One moment, her body was resisting being impaled. The next, every inch of him raced inside of her and was buried in her ass. The sudden intrusion felt as explosive as an orgasm, her innards stretching to take his cock, her bowels seeming to be filled with molten heat as Peter’s cock throbbed inside them.
 
“Nnnnnnh!” Pepper cried. She hadn’t realized it would be so painful. All thought was deserting her mind. Her body was taking over. She responded to the occupation of her ass on an instinctive, animal level. She had become a bitch in heat and she wanted to be fucked as hard as she could be.
 
Her hips thrust back against Peter’s groin, taking his torturous cock even deeper, until her small ass was rubbing against Peter’s muscular thighs. The soft feeling woke him from his dreamy savoring of Pepper’s tightness. He could have stayed buried between Pepper’s asscheeks for days. The heat, the tightening pressure all around his erection—he couldn’t remember ever feeling anything better.
 
For all he’d dreamed about this, it was more than he’d ever imagined. The scorching heat felt like it would set his cock on fire, and with Pepper twitching her hips, moving her ass in slow circles, the friction turned that fire blue-hot. He couldn’t take this anymore, not passively. If he was going to come, he was going to do it while giving Pepper’s ass the pounding it deserved, that it had cried out for from the moment she’d first turned her back on him in a professionally sensual pencil skirt.
 
Peter reeled his hips back, almost slipping out of Pepper’s ass, her muscles were repelling him so strongly. Only his knob remained inside Pepper’s strangling anus. With a savage thrust, Peter drove himself back inside of Pepper. She gasped in pain, then cooed in pleasure as his cock came to a rest in her bowels. Her anus fluttered around Peter’s buried erection, spurring him on. He fucked into her tightly clutching asshole, her puckered sphincter gripping him like a boa constrictor. It felt like she was squeezing the life out of him and the only relief was to violently fuck her, until he slipped forward onto her back and brought a strangled cry out of Pepper: “HHHHA!”
 
He found that Pepper could support his weight. He reached around and underneath her, clasping her breasts in his hands and squeezing them as he pistoned against her buttocks, thrusting as far into Pepper’s ass as he possibly could. Whatever Pepper could take, that was what he would give her.
 
Pepper moaned, her entire body twitching just as her cunt had when he’d been fucking it. The liquid heat that surrounded his cock, the feeling of her pliant breasts inside his grip, the uncontrollable quivering of Pepper’s body, it all made it irresistible for Peter to keep fucking her. Pepper couldn’t hold back the climax that was building with every stroke Peter made inside her ass. With the feel of Peter’s hands gripping her breasts possessively, holding her as securely as he had when he’d been comforting her earlier, Pepper orgasmed.
 
She was given no time to savor the explosion of pleasure that hit her. The push-pull of Peter’s cock thrusting in and out of her ass returned, bringing with it tearing pain and searing pleasure. The woman who’d always prided herself on being in control, being precise, was now losing control in a way she’d never thought possible. Everything she felt or thought seemed calculated to drive her further into a sexual frenzy. Peter was fucking her like an animal and she was being an animal in turn.
 
“Peterrr!” she crooned. Another orgasm rammed into her at the end of Peter’s monstrous cock, crushing her, obliterating the pain for a moment of sweet relief before Peter thrust into her again and the sensation returned, more intense than ever.
 
Spider-Man? She was filled to the brim with spiders, biting, stinging, her rectum being stretched to the limit even as her mind was driven to the brink of insanity, all by a man young enough to be her son. The reverberations of Peter’s pumping cock cascaded throughout her body, making Pepper acutely aware of all the tightness in his grip on her breasts, every single flaring nerve in her asshole, all the gushing wetness in her cunt. Pepper climaxed again, squirting, and she enjoyed the liquid rush of her release like it was the only thing she’d ever felt.
 
“Motherfucker!” Pepper screamed, and somehow hearing the refined, dignified CEO of Stark Enterprises venting an obscenity like that triggered Peter’s orgasm. He felt the hot semen rushing through him like a river, then explode into Pepper’s asshole, splattering her bowels. Peter wrapped himself around Pepper’s kneeling body, hanging on as she bucked and heaved as if she were being rocked by every launch of his creamy seed. Peter gripped her tits with feverish need, bruising them as he held Pepper in place to fill with his cum. Pepper barely noticed. Another climax was charging through her, like a dam had been broken by Peter’s flooding ejaculation and now an entire deluge was coming down on her.
 
They trembled and shook together, not stopping until Peter’s cock had been sucked dry by what remained of the tightness of Pepper’s ass. He relaxed his fierce grip on her chest, leaving them bruised from the frantic fuck they’d had. Absently, Pepper thought that was it for showing cleavage for a while. A good long while.
 
Pepper’s bent knees and outstretched arms gave way, dropping them down to the couch together. Her ass still burned from being reamed out. She felt as though everything inside her ass had been rearranged, even mangled. But it had been wonderful. She had loved everything about being sodomized—she had loved the pain.
 
“That’s the best fucking…” Peter babbled wearily. “The best I’ve ever had…”
 
“God—yes—damn—good,” Pepper panted. She wondered if her ass would ever be the same—if she’d ever sit down again without thinking of how Peter had fucked her today. “You’re going to be the best cocksman in the world if you keep practicing like that.”
 
Peter smiled. “That’s what Aunt May tells me about playing the piano.”
 
His words struck Pepper’s oxygen-starved brain without landing. “Why would playing the piano make you a good fuck?”
 
They laughed: first Peter, then Pepper, her laughter—outright giggles—only intensifying as she realized what she’d said. She wiped tears from her eyes. It was the first time she’d laughed or even smiled since everything that had happened.
 
She paused to catch her breath. “You make me feel like I’m still… you have a way of lifting me above everything when you put that amazing cock of yours in me.”
 
Pepper looked at it and gained a rueful smile as she saw that Peter’s ‘amazing cock’ was quite asleep, dripping with the backwash of the cum he’d left in her ass.
 
Peter grinned sheepishly. “Can’t be amazing all the time.”
 
Pepper sighed. “I’m just now realizing how hard I came—it’s turning me on all over again. Oh, well, maybe some other…”
 
Suddenly Peter was lifting himself off of her, rolling Pepper onto her back and coming down between her legs. He sucked half of her labia into her mouth, holding onto it as Pepper’s body violently shook with the assault on her oversensitive folds, her breath coming in pleasure-hurt panting as he toyed with her cunt.
 
“I have a pretty amazing tongue too,” he said, wickedly humble.
 
“Oh… GOD… you certainly do!” Pepper moaned, closing her eyes before they could roll back in her head. “I’m not—hn!—not ready to date again—ghh!—but if you ever want to—nn…—TALK!—fuck, Peter, my God—you can comfort me any—yessss—time!”