Not yet

"Honestly? No. I've wanted to fuck you, sure. But sucking cock? I mean, I'll do it... but blegh. It's no fun. HAH! This 'honesty' thing is funny. I've always said I love sucking dick. I find it gets me fucked more often. But no, it's not fun to do. However, I've certainly fantasized about your tongue right where it is. If I'd have known that all I needed to do all these years was just get naked and spread my pussy in front of you? Oh, man, what a wasted opportunity." Veronica's vocal chords rumbled as she gave a light moan once more.

"Hmmm. Would you object to me changing that? I can make it so you love blowjobs..."

Veronica smirked. These rolling orgasms were really getting to her. She was getting a bit caught up in the moment now. She giggled, just finishing her sixth orgasm as she felt her seventh start to build immediately. "What's that now? John! Are you suggesting what I thought you were suggesting? You've always been so... docile? And now you're inches from commanding me to kneel in front of you and throat your dick until you explode all over my ti-"

John rolled his eyes. "Oh, shut up." And then he snapped his fingers. Veronica felt her clit double in sensitivity and her toes start to curl.

This time, when Veronica came, she screamed.

After she settled down, she yelled. "FUCK! JOHN! I don't think you know what you're doing to me. My clit is FOUR TIMES as sensitive. FUUUUUUCK-" her voice trailed off as John attacked her clit once more.

After a few more orgasms (they were coming nearly constantly now for her), John spoke up again. He'd been thinking, and he wanted to see how weird he could get. "Luckily for you I've been using a technique I found online. I've been binding your clit to your lips. From now on, any sensation you feel in either is reflected into the other. Your lips can make you cum as easily as your clit, and speaking at all keeps you moderately turned on forever." John pulled off her pussy entirely and looked up at her expectantly.

"Wha-" Veronica stopped. The feel of the air rushing past her lips... it felt like someone had blown very gently on her clit. "Oh, Fu-" It happened again. She steeled herself, and begun speaking through it. "Oh god, this is... going to take awhile to get used to. MmmmmmMMMMM. JESUS. Even humming is like hooking up a damn vibrator. MMMMMMMMMMM. FUCK. MMMMMMMMMMM-" She hesitated, then flicked her tongue out to her lips...

She flicked her lips once or twice, then started licking her lips wildly. Some sensations mapped directly, others less so. It was... odd. She found out how to tease her clit just perfectly, and she licked at herself in the way that only she knew how. She started to shudder as she came from her own tongue.

"That looks fun." John remarked, watching her moan as she licked her own lips with an increasingly wild tongue. "How about we go down on you together, then?" And as he moved his head back down, he started licking at her clit as he snapped his fingers AGAIN.

Veronica's pussy lit up like a damn tesla coil. "AIIIIEEEE! TOO MUCH! TOO M- TOO M- TOO- TOO- AAAAAIIEEE!" Veronica's voice shuddered as she was wracked by constant orgasms. The letter "m" was just too much on its own (the vibration in her super-sensitive lips was just TOO MUCH), let alone John's tongue on her clit. Veronica screamed as she shuddered.

She couldn't ask for help, she couldn't stop, she couldn't settle herself, couldn't push him away, and couldn't tell him about the problem. Every time she made ANY sound at all it just set her off again. She tried to roll over, but he wouldn't let her - and all her partial success did was rub her lips on the couch anyway.

She didn't know what to do. She was trapped in orgasmic hell - coming over and over and over and over again. She'd finish one round, then enter the period where she was FAR too sensitive, and then she would immediately get pulled into ANOTHER orgasm, which made her even MORE sensitive. It was hell. It was bliss. She swore she could feel her mind start to break a little.

John didn't seem to notice that she was unable to speak. And she couldn't make her lips form the words to tell him.

But she *could* scream. And so she did.