"Jim...","Jim...","Jim...","Jim...","Jim...","Jim..."
As one, all of the gorgeous and naked Sharons started rubbing themselves against Jim. Jim was surrounded by breast flesh, then the Sharons started grinding against him. Two of them were licking his cock, two were smashing their four tits in his face, they were picking him up and carrying him. Everywhere Jim looked was pink skin. They kept rotating. At one point, it was like he was wearing a suit Sharon.
In no time, Jim started comming. Sometimes it was in a Sharon's mouth, sometimes it was inside of a Sharon. But each one of them was insatiable. How could he keep up? Was he able to satisfy even one? He came with a Sharon on top of him while another one was smothering his face in tits and two more were underneath him shoving him deeper into the Sharon he was fucking. Almost as soon as he came, he was flipped over and now he was inside another Sharon while yet another shoved her muff in his face. He came again, not knowing if he had anything left inside him.
One hour into it, he was exhausted and begging for a break or at least a drink of water. But the Sharons wouldn't stop. Two of them held him down on a table, two others would be whispering "Fuck me Jim. Fuck me harder and harder!" in his ear while another would straddle him and push and push. Every time he came, two other Sharon's would start to fluff him up and the crew would rotate.
Two hours into it, the pain from his crotch was incredible, he couldn't feel his legs. Had he fucked each of them yet? He didn't know. But things weren't slowing down. He had been sweating so much, he was dehydrated to the point where he couldn't even speak. The Sharon on top of him was screaming at him to get it up, alternately begging for a fuck and then taunting him with "don't you think I'm hot? Don't you like these tits? Fuck me you fucker!" When Jim came, he saw spots before his eyes and blacked out.
The dozen Sharon's watched each other and Jim. Finally one said, "Well, he's not going to wake up anytime soon" and they all laughed.
There was sort of a group hug and then they all got quiet. They all had a good idea of what each other was thinking, and there wasn't a lot of talking.
One of them found a deck of cards. She shuffled the cards and dealt one to each Sharon. They drew the symbol of the card on each Sharon's shoulder -- 5H for 5 of Hearts, AC for Ace of Clubs, etc.
Just doing that made all the Sharon's feel better. They were all Sharon, but there was a way they could talk to each other and be individuals.
What to do? was the topic of conversation. Could one of them go on living their lives as Sharon? Everyone wanted to, but nobody wanted to leave everyone else behind.
What made things better was that they had this machine.
Finally, after much agreement, they came up with a plan
Mon Apr 19 22:06:24 2010