Sex Stories: Mr. LarsBar's Nut Factory

Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle.

Orange hair, big tits that were in a low-cut white shirt, and tight jeans. There was not a woman in the town more voluptuous. More head-turning. 

"Jesus, look at her…"

"You think she's single?"

"Fuck, dude, I bet she's drained so many men…"

Boners were popped. Men either lurched over, embarrassed, or cockily stared at her. 

Rangiku Matsumoto strutted up to the front counter. The male attendant was gobsmacked by her. "H-h-h-hi."

He stammered. Who could blame him? Absolutely nobody in the foyer did. This was the most expensive, quality hot spring in the mountains of Karakura Town. Appointments took weeks to set-up. Among every rich lady that had visited, this goddess was the sexiest of them. 

"Hello there~!"

Oh fuck. The male attendant opened and closed his mouth. His heart was racing, his lips were rushing, and his pants were straining. This woman had a naturally slutty voice.

"Such a fine young man, aren't you? Would you be a dear and give me a ticket to your best springs?"

"T-t-that's, you, uh, need an appointment. T-the next time slot is open in three—"

"Weeks? Or minutes?" Rangiku leaned forward, boobs hanging with the necklace buried deep. The attendant gulped and peered down at them.

He could almost see her nipples.

"Please~?"

She said that one word in two slow, painful syllables. The male attendant gulped again. "I-I, uh, I believe there's an opening in the mixed bath."

Rangiku brightened and clapped her hands together, eye-smiling. Her boobs jiggled with the movement. The male attendant finally got the nip-slip that he deserved. "Perfect!" She turned over and grinned. "Let's go, honey?"

Eh?

Honey? 

Rangiku had a boyfriend!?

****

The mixed bath. A place for both genders. In Japan, it was quite a staple. Except, well, among the people, it was known to also be for perverts. Lots and lots of perverts. 

At the mixed change room, there were indeed only men. Rich old men and middle-aged men and young men. This was the best of the best, after all. It was expensive with cobblestone and air conditioning and everything. It was fresh and natural while maintaining that tint of modernity that made the wealthy comfortable. 

The atmosphere in the change room was casual, almost too casual—eyes lingered just a little too long, glances exchanged with a knowing edge.

And then she walked in.

Rangiku Matsumoto.

She didn't just enter the room; she owned it. Her orange hair and pink lips were fetching and gave an immediate understanding of who she was. A smiling, slutty woman in her late twenties. She was no virgin. This woman had proudly and openly fucked. 

"Oh?" Cue an eyebrow raised. Not a single man there thought she would high-tail it out of this male change room. No, they all knew she had that type of pride and confidence in herself. 

"Hi there!" said a young man with tanned skin and a wicked smirk. His blonde hair was dyed darkly yet black at some of the roots. 

The dark-skinned man beside him rolled his eyes. He was a foreigner here on vacation and, well, seeing only one Japanese woman in the mixed bath gave an idea of what kind of thing it was. Although, the black man admitted in his eye, the Japanese woman was smoking hot. He came from America and he could count on one hand the number of women that looked as erotic as this lady here; and all of them were in porn.

The orange-haired lady's curves were truly impossible to ignore, the huge swell of her breasts pressing against the thin fabric of her low-cut white shirt and her jeans clinging to her hips as she moved with a grace that was almost predatory. The room seemed to pause for a moment, the collective breath of every man and woman catching in their throats.

The tanned blonde smirked. He was shirtless with washboard abs and swagger that was utterly composed of arrogance. "You alone, Miss?"

"Alone?" Rangiku blinked and then laughed. She laughed so hard that she actually had a hand over her mouth and the tanned blonde actually got offended. "I really don't mean to say this line but I have a boyfriend."

"H-hi."

Holy shit! He had been there the whole time! He was as tall as Rangiku but completely lacking in presence. If Rangiku was the sun, he was the shadow. Not the moon, the shadow of a snail or something. That was who this young ordinary dude was.

He was so plain that honestly it was difficult to describe it. Boring was probably the best thing to say. Black hair, neither skinny nor fat, garbed in a black yukata, and his plain features were a stark contrast to Rangiku's striking beauty, and his awkward, hesitant posture only made him seem more out of place. He was holding up towels for them, orange and with hearts. A towel for couples or something to that effect.

The boyfriend of Rangiku adjusted his glasses—thin, wire-framed things that slid down his nose—and glanced around the room like he'd rather be anywhere else.

The stares were immediate.

Who is this guy? They seemed to ask. How does someone like him end up with someone like her?

The whispers started almost instantly. Low, jeering comments that were just loud enough to carry.

"No way that guy's packing anything worth showing off," one man muttered.

"She's way out of his league. Bet he's got a shrimp down there," another added, cackling. 

Nobody gave a fuck because nobody perceived the boyfriend as a threat. Like…come on. This boyfriend was just the victim of a NTR hentai. That was what he was.

Rangiku's lips curved into a sly smile and proceeded to hook her arms around his. Cutely, she dipped her head onto his shoulder. "Don't mind them, sweetheart. They're just jealous."

Ever so much, her boobs squished his arm. Taro's face flushed red, his eyes darting to the floor. "R-right…"

The tanned blonde in front of them also started to laugh. "Hahaha! Seriously?"

"What, you making fun of my honey?" Rangiku said, smirking and unfazed.

"No, no, of course not, ma'am." His gaze dipped down to her breasts. He licked his lips. 

"Well, let's get to it then. Come on, love. It's a mixed bath and we did get lucky." Rangiku was fast to undress. Her shirt went over her breasts and bounce! Massive, pale tits capped with fresh pink areolas. A pair of knockers that got every man googly-eyed.

Then her jeans.

The tanned blonde whistled. "No panties, lady?"

"Call me Rangiku." She winked. Her pristine pussy was out there for everyone. A hand on her hip, ass out, she turned to her boyfriend. "Taro?"

Taro fumbled with the knot of his yukata while Rangiku waited. The room watched, some blatantly, others with only stolen glances. The men were practically salivating, their eyes locked on Rangiku's ass and tits and pussy. 

The tanned blonde disrobed himself with a smirk. Four inches flaccid. The older men capped out at three inches flaccid. Nothing impressive. The one foreigner, the black American, even his cock bounced out at an impressive five inches.

Nobody was small here. Everybody was impressive. Mixed required a degree of confidence and they had it.

So imagine when Taro's yukata fell away and instead of laughing, the room collectively froze.

Thwap!

There was silence.

Dead, complete silence.

Taro stood there, completely oblivious to the stares. He looked down at himself, as if expecting something to be out of place, but there was nothing. Nothing except the massive, flaccid cock that hung between his legs.

It was huge.

Not just big—but obscenely large. Ten inches of thick, heavy flesh that dwarfed every man in the room combined. The silence broke into a series of choked gasps and muttered curses.

"What the fuck?" The tanned blonde had his hands at his side, suddenly losing all confidence. He tried to stretch out his flaccid dick. It went well as a guy expected. It did nothing. 

Seeing that huge ass cock dissolved every bit of jockey confidence in him.

"Sheesh." The one black guy just blinked. Speaking in English, no one understood him. "Guess Japanese men can be hung too."

Rangiku's laughter broke the tension, her voice ringing out like a bell. "Oh, look at their faces!" she teased. She went right up to her precious Taro and placed both hands on his shoulders. 

Taro couldn't focus, his eyes flicking down at her big breasts. Rangiku giggled and got a finger to push his chin up for eye contact.

"See? Told you they'd be jealous, didn't I?"

Taro blinked, his confusion evident. "Wh-what do you mean?"

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "They've all been wondering why I'm with you, Taro. Now they know." She proceeded to pull him into a kiss.

Oh yeah. Big dick and big tits? No way this woman was going to let herself get seduced by their measly cocks. 

The men in the room were utterly defeated. One by one, they began to shuffle out, towels around their waist. "W-we'll go to the men's side," the tanned male said. Their egos were thoroughly crushed. Rangiku's laughter followed them, a sound that was equal parts sweet and mocking.

"Guess they couldn't handle the competition," she said.

Taro finally glanced around. He really didn't get it. Plus, a wealthy silverfox and the black American were still here. None of this was making sense. Especially when Rangiku just giggled, grabbed his arms, and walked him to the actual hot spring. Thwap, thwap! Big ass dick just slapping against his dick, to the two that had stayed purely for non-pervy reasons, it was hard not to hear or get depressed over.

"Now," she said as the smell and sight of waters entered, "let's relax!"

Rangiku let go of him and almost jumped into the water. It was more of a leap and she grinned as she turned, boobs bouncing. "Come on, it's warm!" She waved an arm. Plenty more of titty movement there.

Taro's cock twitched. He took a seat. In some ways, he was Rangiku's total opposite. In others, well…

Her tits were floating in the water. The same could be said for his cock. Rangiku giggled and quietly pointed out the schlong. Reddening, he brought it back down with both his hands.

Although Rangiku said they were going to relax, seeing her boyfriend blush like that got her going.

The steam from the hot spring curled around them like a soft, protective veil. Rangiku decided to settle closer to Taro. Right next to him, in fact. Her hands slid down his thigh, her nails grazing his skin in a way that sent shivers through him. Taro's breath hitched, tensing under her touch, his cock—already impossibly large—twitching in response.

"You're so nervous," Rangiku teased, her voice a sultry whisper that sent a jolt straight to his balls. That heavy sack wasn't for sure, it was damn sensitive and full and Rangiku did not help. Her lips brushed against his ear as she spoke, her breath warm and intoxicating. "Why? It's just us now. Oh, hm…" A flick to the entrance. The silverfox and the American. She licked her lips and focused on her boyfriend. "We can imagine it's just us, hm?"

"S-s-sure." His hands pressed down on his big dick awkwardly, until Rangiku's hands joined his. 

"You don't have to be used to it," she murmured, her fingers trailing down the palm of his palm. "Just feel it. Feel me."

She went from his hands to his cock. Her fingertips brushed against the base of his cock, and Taro's entire body jerked. Rangiku smiled, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she wrapped her hand around the monster cock's girth, her fingers unable able to encircle his girth.

"So big," she purred, oozing with slutty admiration. "I knew you were special, Taro. But this… this is something else."

Her hand began to move, slow and deliberate, her thumb brushing on the sensitive underside of his shaft. Taro's head fell back, a low groan escaping him as his hips bucked involuntarily.

Here was the thing: her hand was soft, her voice was addicting, and her boobs were pressed to his side. Like come on! How could he not start growing hard? How could he not start losing himself?

"You like that?" Rangiku's other hand trailed down further, her fingers soothing the heavy nutsack, and Taro let out a shuddering breath.

"R-Rangiku… I…" he stammered, his voice shaky, his thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind.

"Shh," she whispered, her lips brushing against his neck as her hand continued its slow, tantalizing pumps. "Let me take care of you. You've been holding back for too long."

Her fingers tightened slightly around him, her pace increasing just enough to make Taro's breath come in ragged gasps. Her hands finally joined together and really started jerking him off. Taro felt as though he was teetering on the edge of something immense, something overwhelming.

His cock rose from its resting state, rose from the bottom of the hot spring. Thirteen inches of cock arose and peaked out of the water.

Dear lord.

Thirteen fucking inches.

No wonder Rangiku was obsessed. No wonder this woman with the most delectable figure had him as a boyfriend. Everyone saw it. The peeping toms looking through the hole between the divided areas. The two men still standing at the entrance.

Holy fuck.

Throb, throb, throb. Pre-cum gushed out.

"You're so sensitive. Mm, I love a man who cums fast. Shows me how honest they are~"

Her lips found his ear again, her hot breath sending another wave of arousal through him. "Cum for me, Taro," she whispered.

The words were barely out of her mouth before Taro felt it—the intense, unstoppable surge of pleasure coursing through him. His thirteen cock throbbed in her hand, his balls tightening as he came with a force that left him breathless. Thick ropes of cum shot out, splashing into the steaming water, his body convulsing with the sheer intensity of it.

"S-sorry! So sorry!"

The timing did not matter. Nobody judged him—especially because his fucking cumshots were worth more than every man there. Thick and slimy, there was no doubt in anyone's mind that this man had creampied Rangiku many, many times. 

Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!

"Mm, good boy~!"

So close. So husky. So hot.

Rangiku's hand didn't stop, her hand coaxing every last drop from him, her lips pressed against his neck as she whispered words of praise and encouragement. When he finally stilled, his body trembling with the aftershocks, she pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting his with a look of pure satisfaction.

"Such a good boy," Rangiku said, soft but laced with unmistakable pride. "You held out longer than I expected."

Twenty seconds was longer than expected?

Yes. Hell fucking yes.

Taro panted. Rangiku smiled, her thumb idly tracing patterns on his cock with her other fingers doing light strokes. "I can tell you still want to keep going, right? Fuck me right here and now?"

Taro's cheeks flushed, his gaze dropping to the water as he tried to muster up some semblance of composure. But before he could respond, Rangiku's lips were on his, her kiss deep and possessive, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation.

"Then let's fuck, babe."

She was on top of him now. Straddling him. 

Kissing him. 

Rangiku's lips left his, her breath warm against him. Her hands slid down his chest, fingers grazing over his abs before settling on his big, fat dong. A schlong so big that it boggled the mind and earned giggles and smiles from her.

She went down, down, down…

"Mmmmh~!"

Her head rocked back. She gasped. She moaned.

"Fuuuck~! How many inches, babe?"

"O-only half…!"

"God! I fucking looove this cock~! Mmmm~!" 

More and more inches of this big dick were taken. Her cunt was stretched into an O-shape. The obscene girth nearly pushed her to an orgasm. Rangiku gaped and breathed in order to stop it.

She was an experienced young man. Everyone knew that. 

Taro's throbbed like crazy, his earlier shyness melting away as her confidence ignited something primal within him. His hands instinctively moved to her ass cheeks,, fingers pressing into the soft flesh as he guided her closer. The sight of her—those curves, that look in her eyes, the way her wet hair clung to her neck—was overwhelming, and for the first time, he felt a surge of possessiveness. She was his, and he was going to prove it.

"Taroooo~! Mmmph, I can REALLY feel your fat cock," Rangiku whispered, trembling with anticipation as she sank onto him, taking his length inch by inch. Her lips parted in a soft gasp, her head tilting back as she felt him stretch her, fill her in a way no one ever had. "Oh, fuck…"

Her words were all the encouragement he needed. His grip on her hips tightened, and with a low growl, he slammed her down onto him, burying himself to the hilt in one swift motion. 

"T-Taroo~!" Rangiku's breath hitched, her nails digging into his shoulders as she cried out, the sound echoing through the empty hot spring. "Y-you're fully—-nnngh~! Haah….!"

Rangiku wore the biggest slutty smile, nearly drooling. Not only was he fully inside but he was groping her ass. Kneading it like it belonged to him.

The switch had been flicked.

Slam!

One thrust.

"I knew itttt~! Yes, you made—mmmppph~!"

Rangiku's boobs jiggled as she gasped and experienced a mind-bending orgasmed. Just one thrust from this giant cock and she experienced pleasure like never before. 

"You feel so good," Taro murmured.

Casually, he began to move and casually—

"Fuuuuck~! Yes, that's it! That's it!"

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Splash, splash, splash! The water rippled. He held her by her thicc booty cheeks and absolutely pounding into her. 

"Nnnngghh~! Y-you're SO good~!" That grin. That damn grin. It was the grin every man imagined when they saw Rangiku and her tits. They wanted her to feel pleasure. They wanted her to orgasm. They wanted to her to look at the man fucking her.

So many men had this dream. Shūhei Hisagi, Gin, even her own Captain—yet none succeeded. None managed to bed her.

This normal nerdy glasses man did.

"You're so big! So big! So DEEEP~! I can't believe it! C-can't! Caaan't! CAN'T STOP CUMMIINNNG~!"

His hips pistoning upward with a rhythm that left her trembling. The water around them sloshed violently and neither of them cared. His thrusts were relentless, each one driving her batshit crazy. Her boobs were swinging up and down in Taro's face. He decided to slow down just a little in order to lick and suck on her left nipple.

"T-Tarroooo~! Haaah~!" A whimper from everything that was going. An orgasm too. His giant cock was still inside and now he was sucking her tits? Her eyes crossed. She was in heaven. Pure heaven.

"Mmmpph~!" Once he was satisfied with his titty sucking…

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

It was back to the godly strokes.

"I CAN'T STOPPPP CUMMIING~! I CAN'T STOP LOVING THIS BIG, FAT COCK OF YOURS! TARO! TARROOO~! YOU'RE A FUCKING STUD~! I CAN'T BELIEVE I MET YOU~! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOUUUU~!" 

Rangiku's hands scrabbled against his shoulders, her body arching as she tried to keep up with his pace. "TARO—AH—YOU'RE SO BIG!" She whimpered louder, her voice breaking as he hit a spot deep inside her that made her toes curl. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, the sight only fueling his desire as he gripped her ass tighter tighter, his fingers leaving imprints on her skin.

Taro waited for her to gasp and cry out for his name.

Then he stopped. Fully inside, all thirteen inches lodged in, and her eyes on the verge of tears. Her chest rose and fell. She couldn't even look him straight in the eye.

In five minutes, he had turned the slut into a destroyed whore. 

"Look at you." Taro smiled as he watched her gasp for air fall apart. "Look how much you need me."

Rangiku could only nod, her body shaking as she felt another orgasm building, her walls clamping down on him. He wasn't even fucking moving anymore. Why? Why was this happening? "I—oh god—I can't, Taro, I can't stop—"

She knew why.

This was a cock she NEVER would have found in Soul Society. This…

This was a man worthy of her. 

"Don't worry." He cupped her cheek like a good boyfriend would. "I'm here. I like to watch you climax."

Rangiku's eyes rolled back, her nails raking down his chest as she came. That fat ass, those big tits, and that cocky attitude—and this fucking nerd fucked her till she had melted into a puddle. 

But Taro wasn't done. Not even close. 

He started fucking again, his hips moving in a blur as he drove her into another orgasm, then another—

"TARO~! YOU'RE SO BIG! YOU'RE FUCKING ME SO—NNNGH~! SO MUCH! SO DEEP~! YOUR COCK IS THE BEST! THE BEST COCK! I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M FUCKING A HUMAN BUT FUUUUCK~! HUMAN COCK IS THE BEST! THE BEST~!"

"JUST DON'T STOP FUCKING ME! DON'T STOP! KEEP SHOWING ME WHAT I CAN'T FIND IN SOUL SOCIETY!"

"BIG COCK, BIG COCK, BIG COOOCK~! I CAN'T STOP WANTING BIG COCKKKK~!" 

—until she was a shivering, whimpering mess in his arms. Her cries filled the air, each one louder than the last as she clung to him, her body straining to keep up with the intensity of his pace.

All that training, all those powers, and she couldn't keep up. Ha.

"Taro, please," she gasped, her voice hoarse as she stared up at him with desperate eyes. Her boobs were glued to his chest. At this point, he wasn't making her whole body shake, it was only the booty. "I need—ah—I need you to—"

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Her eyes rolled back. Taro chuckled. Rangiku's ass was soooo underrated. Everybody mentioned the tits. What about the ass? What about that slutty waist? Those tits only looked so good on her because the rest of her figure was divine. A heart-shaped ass leading to a slim waist and huge tits.

A triple threat.

Taro, to some extent, was the same. The male opposite, even. Huge balls the size of a bodybuilder's fists and a cock triple that of a bodybuilder. He was hung. He was a stud.

"Need me to what?"

"Mmmmmph! You know what, baaaabe~!"

"Do I?"

Weak, teasing thrusts ensued. He was no longer making that booty clap. These were alll for her pussy. She was close, she knew that, but that wasn't what was important. At this point, ten minutes in, there was only one thing left to do and Taro wasn't giving it.

"Say it," he said, slowing just enough to tease her, his cock throbbing inside her as he waited for her to beg.

"Fuck," Rangiku moaned, her hips squirming as she tried to take more of him. "Please, Taro, please cum inside me—I want it, I need it—"

Her words were cut off as he stood up and slammed into her once more. He finally gave her what she wanted. "My load!" Thrust! His balls contracted. "Here it is!" 

"Gnnngggkk~!" Rangiku's back arched, her thighs clamping around his waist as she felt him fill her, his release hot and endless. Like fuck, they were thick cumshots. She kissed him hungrily, her tongue tangling with his as she tasted his desperation, his need for her.

All the while he pumped her womb silly. 

The water around them was still, the only sound their ragged breathing as they clung to each other, their bodies still trembling. Rangiku's lips lingered on his, her voice soft as she whispered, "You're mine, Taro."

He smiled, his hands gripping her hips as he murmured against her lips, "And you're mine."