Bob was running gayly through the park with his lover, looking for a place where they could be alone so they could fuck. Bob was dressed up as a woman, so, from this point on, we will refer to him as Connie.
Connie's lover, Ralph, spotted the perfect spot, an abandoned Port-A-Potty, partially hidden by shrubbery.
"I don't know, Ralph, dear," whispered Connie, as lady-like as manly possible, "its looks haunted!"
"Don't worry, Connie," Ralph said, heroically, while splitting a brick in half with his chin, "I will protect you."
The two young lovers held hands and scurried over to the spooky old Port-A-Potty. The door opened with a loud creek. Connie clutched her lover's vein-ridden, beefy arms, while Ralph stuck his head inside.
"No one's home," he whispered, "let's go in before someone sees us. Hurry!" Together, they tiptoed inside on their tippy toes.
Connie looked around while her lover proceeded to suckle on her adam's apple. Dark rows of cobwebs covered a majority of the public facility, thick layers of dust rested atop the lid of the potty itself, which looked as if it hadn't been warmed by a set of human buns in decades.
C is for Connie dropped to her knees, lowered Ralph's pants and took his member in her mouth. She took every inch of her lover's inch-long penis as deep as she could, which wasn't even half-way down her tongue. Ralph moaned ans squeezed his bulging, steroid titties.
"Bend over, bitch!" he commanded.
Connie bent over, placing both hands along side the ancient potty, as Ralph removed her panties just enough to get to her ass, but still managing to keep her foot-long cock hidden. Ralph stuck his willie in Connie's poopshoot with ease, and began pumping, while his bitch did a terrible acting job at enjoying it.
Ten seconds later, he-man Ralph pulled out and squirted a load of semen on Connie's shaven asscheeks. After dumping his waste, he gave her a hard smack on the ass. Connie flew forward, dislodging the potty's seat in the process. Suddenly, a gush of steam blew up out of the potty, making a sound similar to an air-horn from Hell, if in fact Hell really exists, and, if it did, the had the need for air-horns down there.
"What ...? What ...?" was all Ralph could say. Connie backed up and grabbed hold of him, her erection popping out in the process.
"Hither boiling pot of brass, hold a lizard in my ass!" came a horrid. Old voice from within the steam, "Who dares wake me from my what was once though to be an eternal sleep?"
"I'm Ralph," said Ralph, introducing himself, then proceeding to introduce his boyfriend, Connie, "and this is my boyfriend, Connie."
A shape began to take shape in the steam, or perhaps the steam began to slowly dissipate. How would I know, I wasn't there, I swear I wasn't.
"And why have you awoken me?" barked the senior-citizen-ish voice.
"We didn't mean to," uttered Connie, almost in tears, "Ralph just shot a hot, sticky load of cum on my tight ass, then gave me a quick spank which caused me to knock your seat off. We're sorry."
The smoke cleared. Floating before the transgendered couple was the ugliest old witch in all of American history. Her nose hung down to her knees, as did her breasts, her good eye was as big as a tennis ball, her bad one as big as a canteloup, her hair stringy and covered with feces, her lips black and rotting, her face covered in warts, sores, zits, shit, worms and corn, her mustache parted nicely in the middle. She surely wasn't a nice witch.
"Oh, ok," she cackled in a forgiving voice, "carry on." and she turned to face the potty again.
A sigh of relief came over Ralph and Connie. They smiled at each other, with love glistening in their eyes and blood still pumping madly through Connie's pee-pee.
Suddenly, the witch spun around and shouted, "And be careful with that dick, honey, you could put an eye out with that thing!"

THE END