I always knew Xander needed more than one woman.

"Of course I don't mind what Xander and Buffy are doing. The truth is I always knew Xander needed more than one woman."

I paused, waiting, wondering whether Angelus was going to break in and kill me.

I did my best to appear casual and time out how long it would be for the other person to talk. I naturally allow others to speak for as long as they want, of course.

"No, I really don't mind," I said, resisting every urge to look over my shoulder and toward the door. "It actually works great. If you've ever felt ten inches of dick inside your pussy you know you need a rest. Sometimes I just need to let someone else take care of him while my cunny recovers."

I gave it only a few seconds, trying to time Angelus' thought process, "Ten inches? Oh, no, it's much bigger than that. That's just as much as I've managed so far. I still need to walk the next day. That's why Buffy is in the hospital. She tried to go for more than she was ready."

I think I heard the sound of metal bending, but I ignored it. I began to shift in my seat. I was making this up, well, except for Xander's proportions, but it was really turning me on. "Sure, Xander has other talents," I said, continuing my pretend conversation. "No, I don't think Buffy took use of them. She mentioned something about wanting a real man's cock for once."

Ouch, I could feel the sting that must have given Angelus.

"Buffy and I together? Yeah, we've done that," I said. Honestly, not sure where that came from. My imagination was getting away from me.

"Weird? A bit," I said, trying to sound natural. "I mean, when I'm around Xander I get so turned on I start doing things I have never even considered. And it's not like Buffy has a bad body on her. If I'm going to be sharing my man I could pick worse options."

I realized that my hand had begun to run over my body and was working its way down between my legs. I thought about stopping, but let Angelus watch.

"What? Oh, sorry," I said, doing my best to cover up for the time I'd stopped talking. "Last time? Oh no, Buffy was one on one with Xander, that's why she's in the hospital. But the last time we were together I rode his face while she slid that monster into her cunt. God, that was so fucking hot. I called her a prissy bitch because she could only get some of his dick inside of her. She said even a portion of Xander was twice the length of anything she had taken before. Girth? Well, she would have had to actually feel the last one to be able to measure it, right?"

I now had my fingers rubbing over my pussy as I imagined the scene. Xander on his back, me on his face, while I watched Buffy cumming her brains out as she struggled to fit more and more of his cock inside of her.

"No, we didn't do much with each other. We kissed each time we came, so we kissed a lot. What? Oh, yeah, I'm pretty sure we can add a third to our..."

I heard the sound of something snapping behind me and I jumped out of the chair. Angelus was gone, but he had snapped the door handle clean off.

-

Xander opened his eyes. It was still night. Or a different night. He couldn't tell.

He glanced over at the door to see a figure glide by.

"Is that Freddy Kruegar?" Xander asked, confused.

A moment later he passed back out. Not even that sight was enough to keep him awake.

-

Xander sighed as Buffy pushed his wheelchair out into the courtyard. "You can't see him anymore?"

"No, I'm not sick any longer," Buffy said. "Should I intentionally make myself sick?"

"That's a lot more dangerous than it sounds," Willow said. "Not to mention fighting a demon while sick is a pretty risky situation."

"Pretty weird you have to be sick to see him," Cordelia mused.

"It is strange," Buffy said after a few seconds of thought. "And there are a lot of sick people in the hospital. Shouldn't there be tons of sightings?"

"The people of Sunnydale tend to look the other way," Xander replied. "Though yeah, it is weird."

"Well, you were really sick Buffy," Willow observed. "You were going crazy for a bit there. Even ranting about vampires."

"Maybe that's it," Buffy said. "My senses were muddled so I was able to see things that were normally not apparent."

"There are theories that hallucinations are sometimes seeing into other dimensions," Xander said. The girls stared at him, "What? I spend a lot of time researching with Giles."

"So how else can I play with my senses," Buffy wondered. "Blow to the head?"

"Dangerous, and no idea who here could hit you hard enough," Willow answered. "Drinking?"

"Buffy will be an even worse fighter while drunk," Cordelia said with a roll of her eyes. "Though there is something I can think of that can mess my senses up for quite a bit."

There was a long pause before Buffy and Willow said 'Oh'.

"What are we talking about?" Xander asked, confused.

"I'm not sure Xander is in condition for this," Willow pointed out.

"I could do it myself," Buffy argued.

"Please, that's never as good," Cordelia replied. "You'll need a helping hand. Xander can handle it, even in his state."

Xander looked around, "Still confused, but I'll do my best to help."

"It's not..." Willow began.

"The only option," Cordelia interrupted and gave her a smile. "She's right, we could help you instead."

"We?" Willow squeaked.

Buffy pondered her options.

A) Use Xander (12)

B) Use the girls (12)