Another Orgy

It took a few seconds for each Sharon to get her bearing. The 14 newly-created Sharon's were especially shaky--mentally and physically--for the first few seconds following the cloning project. But once each Sharon had stabilized, there was only one thought on each of their minds...finding a sexy twin (or several of them!)and do what came naturally. And, boy, did it come naturally!

What neither Jim nor any of the Sharon's had contemplated was that with every multiplication, each of the Sharon's grew increasingly turned on by each of the other Sharon's. When it was only Sharon's 1-4, they were certainly attracted to each other. But they were also capable of being turned on by Jim or someone else. When there were 14 Sharon's, they were even more attracted to each other, but still able to hold other thoughts in their heads. But now, with SO many Sharon's all over the room, each of them could think of nothing but ravaging a duplicate body. Sharon's all over the room were kissing, going down on each other and caressing, licking and sucking every inch of each other's bodies. There were Sharon twosome's, threesome's, foursome's and even one group of eight Sharon's all jumbled together in a flurry of arms and legs and lips. It was almost as if each Sharon had been reduced to single-cell organisms whose only goal in life was to swarm upon another organism who looked exactly like her and suck every bit of sexual energy out of her. The only problem was, the sexual energy level among all 28 Sharon's was showing no signs of ebbing. Even after more than hour of this frenzied orgy.

"I don't even know why I'm here," thought Jim to himself. "I can't get the attention of even one of them now--even for a second. I've lost my girlfriend to 27 unbeatable rivals. Sharon's all-time biggest fantasy was to make love to herself, and I've made that happen. Of course, I kinda liked the idea, too. But I had no idea it would get like this! I don't think I can reverse the process, so how do I get us out of this mess?"

Not only had Jim lost his girlfriend forever, but he was feeling guilty about what he had allowed her to become. How would all of these Sharon's survive? They had become almost like pirahnas. But instead of ravaging any potential edible item in the water, they were only interested in "devouring" the flesh of their doubles. How would they eat and sleep? Where would they live? You would never be able to keep them apart long enough to provide theem with these basic human needs. As far as they were concerned, the only need each of the Sharon's had seemed to be getting themselves off on each other.

Jim was trying to concentrate on these heavyweight issues. But he found himself distracted every few minutes, watching every man's fantasies being played out before him. Except this was not a fantasy any man had ever dared dream! Cloning your wife or girlfriend so you can watch her make love to herself is one thing. Making enough copies of her to populate a small city is another!

Jim watched as one lucky Sharon stood up straight, legs spread apart. There were two Sharon's on their knees on one side of her, two more in the exact same position on the other side. Each of them were busily working their hands up and down her legs, stopping to concentrate on her shapely ass and her gushing pussy. Each of the pairs on their knees were also engaged in deep, throaty kisses as their fingers did the walking on the standing Sharon. There were four more Sharon's standing in front of the first Sharon. Two of them were sliding their tongues in the first Sharon's mouth in a three-tongue dance. The two others were standing slightly to the side, rubbing their hands up her frontal area. So, this lucky Sharon was being attended to by eight of her sexy duplicates. Watching this was more than Jim could bear, and he lost control of his manhood. He felt almost like a teenage voyeur, like a peeping Tom with no control over his hormones. But since none of the Sharon's even seemed to know he was there, he knew he really had nothing to be embarrased about. No one would ever know.

"Not only do I have to worry about getting Sharon out of this mess, I have to worry about myself too," thought Jim. "They can't stop going down on each other, and I can't seem to stop watching! What are we gonna do?"

Then it occured to Jim...