Hell No

John laughs and places his hand on her inner thigh.
"Partially, but if you give me your panties I'll tell you what it's really all about." John says lightheartedly.
"No. I don't need to listen to people like you anymore." She says enthusiastically as she thinks she's passing some test. John just rolls his eyes while laughing and holds out his hand to reveal that's not the case. "Oh. Okay. Sorry I just thought- never mind. Here." She leans up, since her thong straps are already peaking above the waist of her mini skirt she has to grab it by the crotch to pull it down to her mid thighs before sitting back down and pulling them off completely.

"So what is this?" She asks as she places her thong in Johns hand.

"Well. it's a fucking huge thong." He laughs as he stretches it to it's full length.

"No, I mean-" She starts.

"I know. This is all about the fact that you," John brings the crotch to his noise and inhales deeply. "Huh. That's weird" He finishes.

"What?" She asked confused.

John sniffs the thong again, longer this time.
"It smells like sweat." He says.

"Well... yea. I mean I've been wearing them all day. What does this have to do with-"

"No, I mean that's all they smell like." John sniffs them for a third and final time before throwing them over her, across the aisle and onto the floor in front of the emergency exit.

"Hey"

"Just sweat." John shakes his head. "I thought there would be at least some pussy juices. I was sure of it."

"What? Why would-"

"I thought you were creaming your panties this whole time. I thought you were one of those fucked up pain-sluts who gets off on being degraded. I thought that was the only reason you would let me do the things I did. But it turns out you're just weak. I bet your not even wet at all." John said as he plunged his hand between her legs. It wasn't easy with all her fat in the way, but due to his determination John quickly found her shaved cunt. "Yup. Dry as a bone."

"Hey! Wait, you can't just- OUCH" She started to protest before John used his other hand to flick her on the nose.

When she opened her eyes again she found John kneeling to the floor in front of her, using his free hand to spread her legs wider. With her right foot in the aisle and her left leg propped up on the seat John is still probing her sex with his finger, finding no moisture.

"If you talk out of turn again I'll make sure you regret it, miss piggy." John threatens.

"My name isn't- GASP"

As soon as she opened her mouth John brought the fingertips of his left hand together at the entrance to her slit. He wasted no time in sinking his fist wrist deep into her cunt in one quick, brutal blow. She felt like she had the wind knocked out of her. The wind came rushing back in when she gasped as John fully removed his fist from her dry cunt in one fluid motion, resulting in a loud popping sound. Her eyes were rolled into the back of her head and she was softly moaning some gibberish. John then once again sunk his fist into her, deeper this time. The girl went limp as John felt her pussy flood with wetness. As he began pumping into her, the juices splashed out around his wrist and onto her thighs. John continued pumping for about a minute, listening to the girl's incoherent moans and mumbles until he retracted his hand from her, stood up, and wiped the wetness on her hair. He lifted her leg of the seat and sat back down. It took a few minutes for the girl to regain her clarity.

"You" She breathed heavily "You broke my vagina" she cried.

John spit on her face. "What did I JUST say about talking out of turn?" John asked angrily. "Now give me a titty fuck." John said stroking his shaft.

Finally fully admitting defeat, the girl leaned over John's lap. As her breast fell over his lap, they naturally enveloped his throbbing member, nestling his cock between two of the biggest, softest pair of tits that John has ever come across. Using her hands she moved each monstrous mammary in opposite directions. As he felt the warmness grinding over his cock John tried to sit back and relax, but due to the girl's size he was basically trapped sitting upright. He could also feel quite a bit of her weight resting on him and it started to take away from the pleasure. Roughly grabbing her hair John pulled her back a little and aligned her face with his cock.
"Just suck it tubby. Fat girls are usually pretty good at blow jobs."

"Yes sir." She responded.

'Sir?' John thought, 'I didn't even ask her to call me that.' As she kissed the tip of his head John let out a sigh and she began swirling her tongue around the head. She took it in her mouth and began bobbing, going further down each time, a little drool slipping from her lips and down his shaft onto his balls. She had set a nice rhythm and kept it going for a few minutes, at the top of each bob she would swirl her tongue around the head a few times before plunging back half way down his shaft, create an airtight seal with her lips, then bob her head back up.

It did feel incredible, but John want to see how far she could go. So he placed his hand on the back of her head and pushed downwards. Surprisingly, aside from her flailing arms, he wasn't met with much resistance. Her throat was tight, but he didn't have trouble pushing into it. He lifted her head almost completely of his dick and heard her gasp for air. John then slammed her head all the way back down on his cock, mashing her nose into the side of his thigh. She let out a scream, which was almost entirely muffle by John's cock. Finding the vibrations quite pleasant, John once again brought her all the way up and then slammed her all the way down. Yet another scream and more pleasurable vibrations resulted. John repeated this over and over so that he head was nothing more than a blur of red hair. On each down thrust John could feel something warm trickle onto his balls and looked down to see the girl's nose had started bleeding again. At this rate John wouldn't last much longer so her whipped her head off his cock.

"Suck my balls."

The girl didn't waste a second. She was on his balls sucking and slurping for all her worth. She wanted him having his balls sucked to feel so good that he would never ask her to go back to what she was doing before. John was stroking himself as he felt her tongue roll across each ball followed by the soft tugging of her sucking lips. John reach his other hand over her back and began to kneed her doughy ass. Feeling her hands instinctively take over stroking his cock, John's hands moved towards her back. Grabbing the bottom of her shirt with both hands, he pulled in opposite direction, tearing the shirt in half from the back.

"Hey!" She shot up.

John grabbed a handful of the front of the shirt and pulled it completely off her. She grabbed it as well and between the two of them tugging it ripped in half again. John quickly grabbed the other half and started tearing it to shreds. Then he moved to the piece of clothe she was still clutching and began to tear that. More frenzied than she's ever seen him, she starts to cry out.

"HEL-"

John's hand clamps onto her throat and squeezes tight. Standing and moving in front of her John starts furiously jerking of with his other hand. He watches as the girl's face gets redder and redder and tears start to well up from her terrified eyes. Her body starts to go limp as John begins to cum. Removing his hand from her throat to cradle his balls, John shoots rope after creamy rope onto the coughing, topless, pantie-less, fat girl. Her face being already covered, her directs his attention to her tits. Even though it's the most his come in his life, John doesn't even come close to covering a quarter of the massive jugs with his jizz.

Feeling weak yet accomplished, John sits back down and pulls up his paints as the pilot makes the announcement of the final descent. The girl next to him is still trying to get air to her brain and as John sees the stewardess emerge from the cockpit and walk down the aisle checking that everyone's trays are up and buckles fastened he decides to leave his paints unzipped and his cock out. With all of his strength John then pushes his dazed **** slut off the seat and into the aisle. She lands with a thud so heavy it literally shakes the plane. Everyone's heads turn as the stewardess rushes down the aisle.

"Oh my God! What happened?" The stewardess shouts.

"That women was assaulting me!" John yells and he stands up shoving his cock back into his pants and zipping up.

"Wha..." Is all the girl can manage between the oxygen starvation and her head bouncing of the ground.

"Oh my goodness" The stewardess kneel over the girl. "Where's her shirt? Where's her panties? What the hell happened back her?"

"She tore both of them off! I woke up and she had my cock in her mouth, she said if I screamed, or if I wasn't completely quiet and still and cooperative that she would bite it off!"

"What, no. Wait no that's not" The girl tried to protest but she was drowned out by all the gasps and shock of the passengers.

"I knew she was a slut" one said.
"She wasn't even wearing a bra" Said another.
"Her ass was totally hanging out of that skirt."
"What a pervert."
"What a slut."
"What a whore."

"Alright everybody calm down and remain seated. We're landing in five minutes. You stay right there missy." The stewardess said to the confused, angry fat girl.

"No! No, no, no, no, no. It was all him! He was the one who- Look at my nose! He did this!" She shouted furiously.

"It was self-defense I swear. I would never hit a lady but she was so-"
"You don't need to explain yourself son" One of the passengers said to John, "We know you wouldn't hit no lady. But that ain't no lady" He pointed to the girl, "That's a filthy gutter slut. A cock hungry whore who thinks she can use whoever she wants."

The plane erupted in universal agreement. Overwhelmed by the whole situation, the girl broke down and cried, offering no more rebuttals. The plane soon landed and police came aboard to arrest the girl and take statements. John gave his fictional vision of events, and listened as all the passengers supported him, some genuinely believing him, and others just wanted a chance to help an investigation.
"I thought I heard some noises but I didn't know what it was."
"I totally noticed the way she looked at him when she got on."
The officers assured John everything would be okay and the girl is awaiting trial.
John couldn't help but agree with the officers. Everything is going to be okay. For him at least.