Kissy Kat           
 Kissy Kat was 5’2” tall, slightly plump, not fat but nicely rounded, with shoulder-length blonde hair, and as cute as they come.  She was twenty-years-old, and we dated frequently.  Maybe, too frequently. 
 Kissy was a gentle lover that liked to be screwed slow and easy.  That is, until she was about to cum.  Then she went wild.  While she was cuming, all I had to do was hug her tightly, and hang on for the ride.  She did the rest.  Riding Kissy while she came was as close to a sexual thrill ride as I’ve ever had. 
 Kissy was always available to me.  Even when she was on her period, she’d give me a blow job.  It was during one of those times of her month that Kissy let me how to fuck tits for the first time. 
 She pressed her firm ample tits around my cock, as I stroked between them.  She licked at my cock’s head every time it came near her mouth.  When I came, Kissy held my cock between her tits and sucked it’s head like the top of a straw.
 Many nights, she’d call when she got off work at midnight, and asked if she could come over.  She worked at a nationally known electronics factory on the far side of the city.  It took her nearly an hour to drive to my place from her work location. 
 Her job kept her on her feet most of the evenings.  So, Kissy’s legs and back were frequently sore or cramped.  She loved my long, slow, back massages.  She especially like getting her legs and feet rubbed, and I enjoyed working out the kinks in her cramped legs. 
 I was very tired, when Kissy called one night.  I told her I was going to bed, but she could still come over, if she liked.  I told her to let herself in, help herself to something to drink, get naked, and climb in bed with me.  
 About 1:15 AM, I stirred to the sound of her opening my door.  Without moving, I watched her slowly strip by the light of a full moon.  She was a lovely creature in that light.  Her young sizable tits showed little sign of sagging.  Her belly and ass had just enough fat to make her soft. 
 When she finished undressing, Kissy quietly got in bed, put her head on my shoulder, and snuggled up to me.  When I didn’t reach out to her, she reached down, and stroked my dick until it was almost fully erect.  She then went down and sucked me to a full hard-on.  During her oral work, I started rubbing her back and shoulders. 
 “Lay still, and let me do the work tonight.”  Kissy softly told me.  She then turned, straddled my hips, and lowered her pussy down on my dick.  Slowly, she repeatedly raised and lowered her body.  As she picked up the pace, I reached up and fondled her tits.  Then, she surprised me.  Instead of humping wildly as we both began to cum, she shoved her pussy down tightly on my cock, and sort of quivered for about thirty seconds.  Now, that was something different.

   After dating Kissy for a few months, she began breaking my dating ground rules.  One night, as we lay cuddling after sex, she said she loved me.  She had been getting more and more possessive, and wanted me to see her, exclusively.  I tried nicely, several times, to remind her of my divorce and self-imposed dating rules.  I even cussed her a couple of times in hopes she’d get the idea.  It didn’t work. 
 I didn’t need, or want, a steady girlfriend.  She said she understood, but continued to put pressure on me to commit to her.
 When she started dropping by without calling, I, reluctantly, came to the conclusion I had to do something rather drastic to run sweet Kissy Kat off.  I didn’t want to hurt her, but she was giving me no other choice.
 One Saturday afternoon a couple of buddies had come over to watch a college football game on TV.  As expected, Kissy Kat called and wanted to come over.  I rudely told her, “I’m watching a ball game with some friends, but, if you want to come over, get fucked during half-time, and leave, come on.” 
 Then it hit me.  I knew how I was going to
discourage Kissy Kat.  I would share her with my buddies.  The guys agreed that, if she didn’t want to be shared, they would not force her.  If she agreed, we could have a good time, and see just how much cock and cum her pussy could take.             
 About forty-five minutes later, Kissy arrived.  I handed her a beer and loudly said to her, “Go on back to the bedroom and get undressed.  It’s almost halftime.  I’ll be back to fuck ya in a few minutes.”
 About fifteen minutes later, it was half time of the football game.  I went back to my bedroom, and when I opened the door, I found Kissy laying naked on the bed.  With just enough foreplay to get her wet, I climbed on, and fucked her until I came.  As I rolled off her, I patted her ass and said, “Don’t move!  I’ll be right back.” 
 After taking a piss, I returned to my bedroom.  Kissy was still laying naked with her legs spread.  “Beautiful!  Hold on!  Don’t move!”  I told her
again as I stepped out the bedroom. 
 I then went to my living room.  I flipped a coin to see which of my buddies would be the first to try his luck with Kissy.  The winner was again told, and he agreed, not to force her.  With a big grin, and a hard-on to match, he headed for my bedroom.
 Over the TV, I heard Kissy yell, “What the hell are you doing here?”
 With a chuckle, my buddy said, “I’m here to fuck you!  We’re all going to share you.”
 “Like hell you are!  Get the fuck out!” Kissy screamed at him.
 My buddy came high-tailing it back down my hallway, pulling up his pants, and laughing his ass off.
 “I guess she’s not interested in sharing!”  He said, while buckling his belt.     
 He was rapidly followed by one pissed-off, half-naked, Kissy Kat.  As she ran out the door, she looked at me and yelled, “Fuck you too, you bastard!”
 I really did hate hurting Kissy Kat like that, but she never bothered me again.  If only she hadn’t gotten so possessive, so quickly. 
 About a year later, I met a gal named Terri.  Six months after that, Terri and I were married.  Kissy Kat just wanted to move too quickly from being a date to a steady girlfriend.