I woke up early, hard and ready, but a slight exploratory touch on Tees breast let me know with a sleepy grunt and roll over that she was likely not going to be my willing partner to dissipate that morning's desire. Sleeping naked makes me this way generally, and as I'm not a fan of rejection in general I don't normally sleep nude, but the possibility of a morning tussle with Tee won over the night before. It makes my head spin with want all night long, and I love that feeling, it makes my world a much happier place. So I went to bed naked and of course woke up with a stiff, hard cock.
Not giving up, I pushed myself closer to her, putting my stiff member up against her ass, feeling the softness of her panties (black? pink?) gently warming my balls. Gradually I push my hips into her in and my balls crushed nicely against her, my cock shifting forward and up, the pressure making me even harder. Imagining my cock head straining and peeking forward from between her ass cheeks, small folds of panties and lace on each side, slowly, slowly my hand moved to her hip to feel the soft flesh where the panties narrow from front to back.
A cute grunt of some unknown word followed by a quick batt of my hand, and I know my luck is not running hot this morning. I might as well get up, so quietly roll out of bed to let her rest. Glancing at my closet mirror the silhouette of a man with his cock out proudly erect stares back. The early morning light shows faintly a tall trim man with mussed hair and 3 day whiskers, pulling a lose shirt over his narrow frame. It's still me, I haven't changed much in the years we've been together, maybe a few extra pounds in the middle but nothing a month or two minding my diet wouldn't fix.
I imagine Tee's body, and know how she has changed. As a woman, her modifications have been more pronounced than mine, and they are elaborations of her best physical assets: her hips are rounder, her ass is fuller, and her ample tits bigger and more voluptuous over time. Which for me is a remarkable validation of how lucky I actually am in life, to have the love of this hot and frankly stacked woman.
But this elaborate reflection was not assisting me at all this fine morning. Clearly I was not going to be pleasuring myself anywhere on or near Tee, and given my state of mind, not pleasuring myself was not an option - I would have to take this double negative and make it something more positive. Porn.
I had seen links to paizuri in the past, it's really just Japanese titfucking, which on the surface isn't that much different than any other titfucking. The difference, apart from the obvious that these are asian women sucking and titjobbing, is that for some reason the asian women do not have the skanky look that most of the white or black stacked titmodels have. They cover their mouths when they laugh, smile sweetly when they're pumping a cock between their breasts, and then seem generally delighted when they get a load of cum on their face or between their tits. And what tits! I never really thought about asians having racks, but the talent for these clips vary from engorged milkbags to out and out melons, and they know how manipulate them to make a guy come. Although some of the videos can be a little strange, and most of the time the penis is digitally blurred for some archaic reason, in general the paizuri video captures the essence of an amazing titfuck, with big nipples and fleshy generous tits rubbing non-stop until orgasm.
On this particular morning, my perusing landed me at a japanese site similar to youtube, with everything from kitten videos to blogs dedicated to any number of fetishes, not least of which was my new personal favorite, paizuri. So many videos, so many great pov views of Japanese women getting their heavy tits stuffed with big, blurry cocks. I cycled thru them, seeing different positions and skills, sometimes the gal sucking on the tip as it slid thru a massive cleavage, others with the man on top pumping away to finally land a load of cum in the hair of a raven headed asian cutie. And with most of them, that lovely smile, as if to say "Thank you for coming on me, may I have another?"
Needless to say, with my hand as partner that morning I was ready in very little time to ease my troubled mind, the seemingly unending video selection allowing me to be even more selective as I saw a woman's fantastically big boobs stretched tight against a clinging bra, a cock repeatedly pumping under the front stretching strap to finally spurt cum over their rounded tops and trickle down a beautiful neck. After this a woman kneeling in front of a man slouching on a sofa, his shaft buried in her ample cleavage, sucking a mans cock to the left of her while she pushed her rack together and bounced them up and down on the first guy's prick.
What finally got me spilling my load though was something that I had not seen before, but have fantasized about many times since. A lovely woman lifts up the bottom of a too small, brightly colored tank top, and her partner slowly eases his cock into her tits, under the stretching fabric. His head pokes thru while he kneads and pushes her breasts together, so they swell up around the edges of the fabric top. At some point he comes on her tits and shirt, but I was already spent before then, it being on of the most arousing things I'd ever seen in porn. I imagined the same with my own big-boobed star, Tee.
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A few days later I stopped by the mall, with the intention of picking up a few things I needed for my closet. It was really something of a happenstance, but I passed by a major retailer known for their low prices and cheap quality, and it occurred to me that maybe it was time to start to move this forward a little with some nice little tit tops that could be freely stained with cum. I stepped in with building excitement and looked around for the women's tops, seeing some brightly colored fabrics in the adjacent aisle.
Racks of cotton tops with thin fabric, thick fabric, low cut, buttons, everything I could imagine packaging up Tee's plentiful chest right there waiting for me to pick out. It was electrifying. As I moved thru the racks, seemingly a responsible, mature man picking out birthday presents for his gal, I could feel myself expanding against the front of my jeans. A bright purple neon cotton top, scoop neck with little sleeves that would bunch up around her bare shoulders - I took an extra small from the rack and my cock gave a little throb, imagining how she would look in this incredibly small and stretching top, her boobs straining against the thin fabric, finding relief only by expanding up and out. Another one, mustard yellow with a low back and front, with thick straps and a line of piping that would sit wonderfully under the roll of her chest. I selected a small for this one, knowing that the fabric was tighter than the purple, and some point tight could be too tight and deform the lovely shape of her breasts.
Waiting in line, I could feel the wetness of my excitement and my pants with a bit of a bulge in them. The young teller, wonderfully busty, her cleavage peeking thru a nice blouse, let my mind wander even further taking in her lovely eyes and ample bosom. She smiled and rung up the tops, my eyes glancing from the shirts to her face to her boobs and back to the tops. I looked again to make sure my rod was not obscenely bulging or creating a wet spot next to my pocket, and while the shape was noticeable it wasn't actually looking too threatening, so I said thank you, glanced once more at the crease of the voluptuous tits, and left the store, smiling ear to ear.
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I spent the rest of the day in a state of buzzing excitement as I thought about how to introduce the subject of the tight tank tops, how I would talk her into putting one on, then how I would talk her into letting slip my cock up into her cleavage. There were any number of scenarios, and my sex addled brain could not concentrate fully on any one of them for long, so I spent the day with a pulsing johnson just imagining how it might play out. The shirts I put into the closet with her other best friend her bunny, assuming that it would be as good a place as any to keep these little cum stained somethings, as I was so confident they soon would be. Tee could keep them separate from her normal clothes in a spot just for me.
She finally came home and I distractedly made small talk, watching her figure as she moved about the kitchen and the house in some pretty tight jeans. We sat on the sofa and chatted for awhile, her low cut top giving me wonderful views of her cleavage, and remarkably enough she was wearing a thin black top, low cut and stretched over the valley of her breasts. Not as tight as the tops I had in mind for her, but nonetheless an intense view into what might be to come, and every time she leaned forward her boobs swelled against the fabric and I gazed distractedly at them, my cock giving a little spasm each time.
It must have been fairly obvious, as she asked with a small grin if I needed a little relaxation. My moment!
"I have a surprise for you, Tee."
