I find masturbation works for me.

"I find masturbation works for me," Xander said.

Buffy stopped attacking his clothing with her teeth long enough to look up in confusion. "Wha', now?"

"When I'm so horny I can't think straight -- which is a big chunk of my life from 13 on -- I rub one out," Xander replied. "It helps!" he added brightly (or desperately with an overlay of **** cheer, depending on how you look at things.)

"Worth a try," Buffy agreed as she wriggled out of her underwear. Xander stared in awe as Buffy teased at her nipples with one hand and ran spirals up her inner thigh with the others, drawing closer to her pussy with each loop. Normally she liked to tease herself for a while when she pleasured herself. She was so revved up this time that she didn't need the foreplay, but she'd never done this for an audience before and decided Xander deserved a show. "You like what you see?"

"Urp," Xander replied.

"I'll take that as a yes," she said with a little chuckle that turned into a moan -- she'd never been so turned on before, not with What's-his-name (Angel, she remembered later), not even with Xander when she labored under the love spell gone awry back in Junior year. She might even cum without touching her-- "Aaaaahh!!!" -- pussy. Well, that was a first. Buffy still felt hungry for more, though, all her senses hightened, her skin tingling like her whole body was charged with static electricity.

Enough with this gentle shit. The hand that had teased at her breast now pulled savagely on her nipple while the other rammed into her sopping slit, two fingers curling to find her G-spot while her thumb worked her clit. Her moans turned to screams as another, stronger orgasm hit her, than another, than another. She kept going, pistoning three fingers into her cunt and riding the waves of ever-building, ever-swelling orgasms as they washed over her, faster and faster. On the ninth cum she squirted, her pussy juice shooting across the couch and hitting Xander in the face in an inverse of the bukkake videos Xander and Anya had sometimes watched together when she was in a particular mood (eating sushi seemed to get her in that mindframe, Xander had figured out just before becoming a regular at the nearest Japanese take-out place).

Buffy took a ragged, shuddering breath as her fingers finally slowed, then stopped.

"Well?" Xander asked.