Bukkake session by the pool

Suddenly, Frank heard Walter's voice calling from outside. "Frank, I'm in the pool!"

He hurried upstairs, his heart pounding with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Bursting into the Smith family's garden, he rushed towards the swimming pool...

And froze in shock at the sight before him.

"What the hell...?" Frank gasped, his eyes wide with shock and confusion.

"No, Frankie Boy, it has little to do with religion!" Walter explained, his voice still carrying that same manly tone despite coming from a brunette's lips.

"Walter?! But how...?" Frank stammered, trying to make sense of the surreal scene before him.

"Ssh!" Walter soothed, placing a finger on Frank's lips. "Don't yell that out loud; it would only irritate the audience!" He turned Frank's head gently but firmly, directing his gaze towards the fence about ten meters away. Several horny teenagers were perched there, their eyes fixed on the unfolding drama.

Frank's confusion deepened. "But how...?" he managed to ask again, his voice barely a whisper.

"I already told you about the iBod," Walter reminded him, a hint of impatience in his voice.

Frank slowly began to understand. "So you are that woman, Walter?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

But Walter wasn't listening to him at all. He had spotted the horny teenagers perched on the fence and was already flirting with them, batting his eyelashes seductively. "Walter, I don't think that's a good idea," Frank warned, but it was too late. The boys, driven by their raging hormones, were already climbing over the fence, their eyes glued to Walter's enticing form.

"I'll tell you guys right away: You can look, but whoever touches me, I'll turn into a rabbit!" The boys, seemingly familiar with the iBod, nodded seriously, their grins widening as they took in the sight before them. As Walter emerged from the pool, water cascading down his toned body, the teenagers' grins turned into outright leers. Frank, too, found himself transfixed by Walter's transformed physique, his mind racing with unanswered questions. What kind of woman had his friend become?

Walter, now on his knees, taunted the boys with a wicked smile. "What are you waiting for? Take off your clothes!" His voice was a sultry purr, and Frank could see the raw hunger in the boys' eyes as they complied, shedding their clothing without hesitation.

Frank watched in awe and disbelief as Walter teased the boys mercilessly, his comments growing increasingly hilarious and cringe-worthy.

"Well, well, well, look at this! Yours is curvier than a mountain road. And there, oh boy, that one looks like it's doing the Macarena! The spice is definitely in the small package, isn't it? And yours? Is that thing still standing at attention or has it already retired for the day?"

Walter's laughter was deep and throaty, sending shivers down Frank's spine as he struggled to keep a straight face. The boys, despite their initial confidence, were now a mix of embarrassed grins and nervous glances, clearly not expecting such a humorous and unapologetic critique of their anatomy.

But still, they stood naked in a circle around Walter, their arousal evident. Walter put on a dirty show, moving his body provocatively as the boys pleasured themselves. Frank had to stifle a laugh; the scene was too bizarre for words.

"Be careful, otherwise they'll cum on you!" Frank called out, half-jokingly.

Walter paused for a moment, considering this, and then shrugged. "A little cumshot is okay." The boys needed no further encouragement. One by one, they moaned and spasmed, spraying their release onto Walter's face. He winced and flinched with each impact, his expression a mix of disgust and resignation. Frank could see how much Walter disliked the sensation, but he kept his promise, enduring the ordeal with a semblance of grace.

As the last boy finished, Walter stood up, his face glistening with semen. He turned to Frank, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, that was an experience".