They all turned to Jim and said, "Sorry, Jim. We won't let you in until you create 50 more Sharon's for us..."

Jim was so **** to get into this Sharon orgy that he temporarily forgot the mess he had just gotten out of. He went about wildly waving his portable cloning device all over the room, zapping Sharon clone after Sharon clone into existence. The room was literally bursting with Sharon's in every nook and cranny.

Of course, predictably, Jim was no closer to getting in on the action than before. Actually, he was much further from it...because with each new Sharon created came less interest among the Sharon's in any body other than her own. Jim had stupidly re-created the same mess he had just extricated himself from.

Jim watched one group of four Sharon's getting it on. Two Sharon's were laying side by side on the bed, kissing violently. Two Sharon's were positioned atop them in the missionary position, and they were each kissing each other, too. The two on top were moving back and forth, grinding their cunts against those of their reclining doubles. Jim counted what appeared to be four orgasms in three minutes for each of them. "This is amazing!," thought Jim. "I don't think there's ever been more sexual desire in one place at any time in history. 78 copies of the same woman,, and they still can't get enough!"

Then, after about two hours of constant sex, Jim noticed something. The Sharon orgy began to lose intensity. Yes, there was definitely still activity, but many of the Sharon's had broken off into groups of 2, 3, 4 and 5, and were simply sitting or laying quietly. Some were talking and laughing, massaging each other or cuddling. Some were still kissing and probing each other's bodies...but in a much more relaxed way. Could it be that 78 was a more manageable number than 28? Could it be that this would actually work, where his previous experiment had failed?

Jim went around the room, trying to assess the situation. He attempted to communicate with several of the Sharon's individually and in small groups. But the Sharon's only had eyes for each other. After failing to get the attention of any of them through talking, he tried grabbing one Sharon's arm and forcing her to respond. At that split second, 12 Sharon's came up behind Jim and threw him ten feet away. Jim landed with a thud against the wall. It took him a few seconds to collect his wits. He got up and tried it again...with the same result. When he got back to his feet the second time, he noticed that all of the Sharon's were still occupied amongst themselves, as if nothing had happened.

"It's almost like 78 queen bees, all protecting each other," thought Jim. Nothing is as important to them as protecting each other. If you're not Sharon, you don't exist to them."

Jim decided to watch for awhile longer. He remained amazed at the Sharon's seemingly unquenchable sexual appetites for each other. After what had seemed to be a lull, all 78 Sharon's were now at it again in full ****. Jim watched one Sharon twosome in action.

One Sharon was face down in the other's mound. The receiving Sharon was screaming "Oh Sharon! Oh Sharon! I love you!" The other Sharon stopped tonguing for only a second, stuck two fingers into the other Sharon's pussy, drew out a considerable amount of juice, and allowed receiving Sharon to lick the fingers lustily. Receiving Sharon was thus able to taste herself, as she was also being tasted by another version of herself. Receiving Sharon looked as if she were about to burst. Suddenly, two more Sharon's came over and began running their hands up and down her legs, arms and tits. And then, two more Sharon's came over and began kissing her on the mouth and all up and down every part of her body which wasn't already being covered. Receiving Sharon had five attendants..all of them the one person in the universe who could truly satisfy her.

Herself.

"How can I compete with this?" Jim thought. "These 78 are just as sex-crazed as the 28 before who didn't survive. But they also seenm to have some common sense. They'll stop to eat and drink and sleep. They sure as hell don't need me!"

And, with that, Jim decided what he must do..