She is naked, and I see that she is a real girl, and though she does have small breasts, the nipples are very thick. She has the same pattern of pubic hair as I do, the same color, and if I tucked myself, I would look just like her. I am fascinated by her, but she seems to be very busy, very upset and agitated. She sprays my hair with hairspray. I am surprised to discover that in this way, we are different. Her hair is rather short; mine is in an outrageously glamorous femme style, like a Tina Louise or Ann-Margret, very high with bangs, and going down to my shoulders, softly. I think it's a wig, but it isn't!

"You will pretend to be me," she says, "so remember to answer only to the right name."

But she doesn't tell me what her name is. I am in a panic.

Now I am on the film set. Five naked men, very thickly erect, stand around a lovely Queen-sized bed. I silently take my place on the bed, and I realize now that I am making an x-rated film, and that I have begged to take the place of the female star. She does not want to take five men at once? Does she think I can do this? Don't they notice that I am not her? That I am not...female?

This does not seem to bother any of them!

I am bathed in warm light, I can see the cameras in the distance, and there must be dozens of people watching me, but they are all in shadow. I look down at myself. My body is very shapely, I am absolutely naked, and it seems that my nipples have grown a bit and are nice and thick with excitement. Perhaps I am wearing false ones that have been applied to me by an expert make-up artist! How wonderful!

One of the men has climbed onto the bed, which is like a water bed, very yielding and soft. He sinks down as he makes his way, on his knees, to wear I am lying. Somehow he squirms his way underneath me. I am lying on top of him, his hands coming around either side of me, clutching my breasts and squeezing them. My breasts are just soft enough for him to get handfuls of them.

I spread my legs, feel him thrust upwards, and with gasps from the unseen audience in the distance, I am penetrated easily. I move my hips a bit, and I enjoy the wonderful feeling of having this man, taller than I, and so lithe and strong, sliding himself up and in, over and over. I seem to be nicely lubricated, just enough so that I can feel all of it without it hurting me.

Onto the bed comes the second man, who parts my legs. I make sure to remain very limp so he can do with me what he wants. He hikes up my legs and begins to enter me.

There is no logic to this; I can't say if I have a vagina, or if there are two men in the one hole, or what exactly it is. But it feels wonderful and I have the two men going into me, somewhere down between my legs. Nobody seems to notice my penis, which lies harmlessly to one side.

The men would rather have me as I am, than the actress.

I begin to groan softly, some kind of logic telling me that I had better do this, since I have forgotten my lines. The star of the film never told me what they were. I wonder where she is; I hope she is watching me too.

Another man has silently straddled my chest. He is very long, and has no trouble putting himself into my mouth.

I stretch out my arms, and the other two men flank the bed and nestle their long, rubbery penises into my hands, and I begin to move my hands up and down. They have all established a rhythm for me, and I rock slowly to the thrusts, my hands automatically rising and falling.

Now the men have all gathered around me, circling my head. They are all masturbating, looking down at me. One of them begins to spill, and then the other, and then another, and it seems like batter is being poured onto my face, five different streams of it. It all puddles onto my face, covering my face. My mouth opens to get a breath of air, and it is immediately filled with hot, white, gooey liquid. I see it trickle into my hair, cover it over till my hair is lathered. It is the most incredible amount of come, as if my head has been dipped into a bowl of vanilla pudding. My eyes are closed, and my mouth gaping open, with strands of the stuff hanging.

One of the men puts himself into my mouth, and in crazy logic, this acts like some kind of toilet plunger. The more he does it to my mouth, the more the white stuff on my face drains away, spilling into the pillow and the mattress, which absorbs it. Finally my face is visible again.
Someone asks me if it was terrible to have five men wave their penises at me at once and splatter me like that.

Now, seated in a fast food restaurant, fully dressed, I shrug and say, "No, it is like eating French Fries." There are five french fries on the plate in front of me. I dip my face down, and I try to show how I can take them all into my mouth at the same time, rubbing my lips on the greasy plate and hoping that I am devouring them all and not missing one.
I shut my eyes as I try to get all the five french fries into my mouth.

I look up and the waitress, very angry, storms away.