John visits the park

John pulled up to the edge of the park. There was a waist high wall around the entrance with narrow walkways not large enough for a car to pass leading in. The trails of white puddles lead inward. John stepped out of the car and examined the park. No apparent life at the moment.

Draped over the wall a few steps in was Amber's shirt. It was unmistakable. the cloth sagged heavily over the stone divider, partially torn and dripping with the same viscous white fluid. She definitely came through here, and quite possibly, she was in danger.

"Amber!" John called out. He waited. No answer. Nothing.

He jogged over the edge where the entrance crested over a hill. The pathway lead to some wide steps that branched off down each side of the park. John took the left path, which lead to a wide open area with a partial playground, a concession stand, and a sidewalk that lead down to a public pool and tennis courts. What John saw as he rounded the side of the concession stand stopped him dead in his tracks.

Dozens of "women" were scattered around having sex. Abandoned clothes littered the ground, and more pools of the white fluid were flooding the low spots in the grass and dirt. Inside the stand, behind the counter, one huge cocked woman had knocked the register over the counter. It hung by its power cable, while she hung onto the counter as another one seemed to be taking her from behind. The front one's tits spilled out of a uniform that ripped from the front center, her nametag bouncing with each thrust, as her cock bounced around inside the glass candy display, sweeping all the boxes and bags of candy to the sides.

Out front, three of these creatures piled on top of one another. The blonde one on the bottom, boobs pressed to the grass, cock head pumping in and out of her own cleavage, as a brunette took her from behind. Behind that one, another dark haired cock woman wason top, taking the brunette in the same way that she was taking the blonde. All three moaned and cried through puffy bee-stung lips, ass their collectively smashed breasts leaked milk onto one another, making their bodies slick and shiny in the sunlight.

Another huge breasted monster was bent over a swing, her giant tits swinging just above the dirt, while another rutted vigorously, causing the swing woman to cum repeatedly into the sand beneath them. She was simultaneously giving a blowjob in front of her to a woman who had suck a huge member that all she could really do was suck and lick the head. John looked around at the chaos. There was an overturned stroller; empty. A couple abandoned picnic blankets with smashed food smeared all over the grass. More hermaphrodites having sex on the wooden park tables. A bikini top hanging from the trees. A bicycle with the front tire literally bent in half.

John turned to run, before any of them noticed his presence. That's when he saw her. Just on the other side of some bushes, he could see Amber. Her head and shoulders bobbing up and down over the dense foliage. She was far, but John could definitely tell it was her.

He called out her name, running toward her. Whatever the hell was going on, John had to get her and get the hell out of there. Amber's head stopped bobbing. She looked up, over the bushes at her boyfriend, who was running toward her position. John waved frantically.

Suddenly, John was struck in the back with a huge splat, and it sent him flying face first into the grass. He rolled over to see a huge cocked woman coming at him, with no pants or shoes. Her basketball sized breasts had exploded the buttons off of her white collared shirt. The sleeved were ripped, and the only thing keeping the tattered clothes on was the red striped tie wrapped around the collar and hanging over her right tit. The herm was massaging her large organ, aiming at John. Her mouth went agape, her eyes rolled up and started to convulse as her head tilted back. John knew that face. He rolled away just in time for her to cum just too late while she coated the ground.

He scrambled to his feet, looking over at where Amber was, only to see that she seemed to have disappeared. There was no time, as more of the herms seemed to have locked on to him, and were coming at him like sweaty, buxom, horny zombies. He ran to the nearest building for shelter, that just happened to be the restrooms.

John slammed through the door, realizing for a moment that he'd entered the women's restroom. Looking around, he found a mop laying on the floor, which he jammed through the door handle, wedging the other end into the corner. That wouldn't hold for long, he figured. There was no other way out, except for a window that probably wasn't big enough for him to climb through.