Down her throat

The question of whether or not Peter warned Miranda was moot.

After all, Miranda was completely focused on worshipping this thick cock. She could feel the blood coursing through the man meat filling her mouth to the brim. Her left hand, steadily stroking the inches she couldn't swallow, could feel his balls tightening to deliver its massive load.

Above all -- she could taste his pre-cum's flavor getting stronger and stronger. That mysterious, unplaceable flavor that she craved so desperately, and the musky aroma of Peter's raging hard-on promised to deliver what she needed. Miranda needed this nerd to shoot in her mouth, more than anything she'd ever wanted before.

Heedless of her own comfort, now, Miranda impaled her tanned, flawless face again and again on the thick cock that filled her world. She flung her lips and tongue down as far as they could go, feeling the thick cockhead lodge at the surface of her throat. She was drooling uncontrollably, saliva leaking from the corners of her overstuffed mouth -- both from the gagging, but also for just the taste of Peter's dick on her tongue. Her other hand was tracing frantic, erratic circles over her clit, and she knew she herself was about to cum.

Peter held as long as he could, longer than he'd ever staved off an orgasm before -- no mean feat with the Miranda sucking his cock with more enthusiasm than the wettest, sloppiest blowjob he'd ever seen in porn. The fire built and built at the base of his cock, pressure rising, until -- finally -- release! He grabbed the back of her head and shoved, slamming his dick past the barrier of her throat. Liquid molten pleasure shot down his throbbing cock into Miranda's throat. Each pulse of his cock shot what felt like a pint of hot cum directly into her body. The sheer taboo of cumming into another human being -- not into his hand, or a tissue, or the shower floor -- but a living, breathing, gorgeous girl -- made the pleasure even greater.

Miranda herself was more turned on than she'd ever been while giving head. Normally it was fun psychologically, but didn't do much for her own level of pleasure. But she was changing, too, rewired by the scent and taste of Peter's chemically-altered pheromones. The one hand diddling herself had found her smooth pussy-lips already slick with girlcum, turned on as she was by the cock that was filling her world.

She'd also never managed to get anything past her gag reflex before. Maybe because the people she was with were saw in awe of her beauty that they didn't know how to use her like Peter was using her. As she experienced the ultimate violation, that feeling of total surrender triggered her own pending orgasm and she started moaning around the invader in her throat as it starting bucking and shooting into her virgin throat.

They stayed frozen like this for a long moment, Peter's hands clenched around Miranda's dyed locks, her abused lips pressed against the hairy base of his shaft, both minds melting from their shared orgasmic peak. Eventually, though, Peter realized that Miranda was struggling to breathe and he let go of her head and pulled out his cock in one long stroke. Miranda coughed, and thick white cum came out of both her mouth and nose, just as Peter's still-spurting cock added two long white lines to her abused face.

Even though Miranda was sore everywhere above her chest, she felt more...satisfied than she ever had in her life. Every sense of hers was saturated in Peter's cum. Her tongue was filled with the salty, strange taste of it. Her nose was steeped in the alluring musk of his spunk. The thick white goo of it rested in hot lines on her cheeks. She couldn't tear her brown eyes away from the angry red rod, still hard after ravaging her more thoroughly than she'd ever experienced.

"Fuuuuck," she moaned, softly. "I needed that."

Peter didn't know how to respond. She needed that? Looking down at the beautiful Korean-American coed, perfectly tanned face coated in saliva and cum, lips bruised, breasts heaving up and down as she gulped in oxygen, Peter felt...powerful. Masculine. In some ways, it seemed like Miranda had used him, assaulting his cock -- but he had used her hot little mouth and tight throat to get himself off. And here she was, kneeling before him, delirious in post-orgasmic haze.

And, his cock was still hard. Last night at the lab, he'd been able to recover in minutes -- but this time he didn't even soften. Maybe it was the situation he was in, but he was as hard as he'd ever been, maybe even harder. Whatever was he going to do about that?