The Doomed

Jack was deadly stunned. He held the report and the X‐rays in his hand, but he stared into space. 6 to 8 weeks. He had fetched a packet of morphine and syringes from the pharmacy. Both doctors he had consulted independently came to the same conclusion in view of the disastrous X‐rays.

6 to 8 weeks. The morphine would drown out the pain.

Jack filled both prescriptions at different pharmacies. In case the pain became terrible.

He awoke from his stupor as the sheets fell from his hand. A coughing fit shook him. He almost automatically dialed Anita's speed dial. His sister, who had married 20 years ago and only spoke to him once or twice a year. They hadn't seen each other in person, she didn't want to do it since she was married. She always hung up when he brought it up again.

"Nothing has changed, Jack," Anita said instead of a greeting. Jack said weakly, "Please don't hang up, Anita. It's serious. I've just come from the second doctor. It's damn serious." Anita thought for a moment. She heard Jack being shaken by another coughing fit. "Your cough sounds bad!" she said when he had calmed down again. "Oh, the cough. That's why I went to the doctor. It's much worse than I thought. That's why I wanted to talk to you, but not on the phone. It's too difficult." Anita thought for a moment. His cough seemed to mean something serious, he was going to the doctor. That didn't bode well. He had even refused to go to the doctor and almost died of appendicitis, the idiot. No, all of that sounded worrying. "I'll make some cough tea and I'll be with you in 20 minutes, no, 30 minutes. OK?"

45 minutes later she came, she had had to search for his keys first. Anita didn't say much, Jack looked terrible and kept coughing. She warmed up the tea, two small spoonfuls of honey. He drank obediently and she searched for her reading glasses. She skimmed the radiologist's paper, there was too much Latin in it. She read the lung specialist's diagnosis. That was easier to understand. Widespread tumor in his lungs, inoperable, 6 to 8 weeks on morphine. She read it three times. Then she started to cry, she had understood. Jack could hardly bear the crying, he put his arm around her shoulders and cried a little bit with her. He could no longer cry properly, he had probably forgotten how to do it, although it was one of those things you can't unlearn.

After half an hour she pulled herself together because Jack was again suffering from a heavy cough. She fetched a cup of cough tea, which he drank obediently. "The doctors don't know anything," he said, "only grandma's cough tea helps against the cough, it's as simple as that." Anita dared to smile a little. "Good, that saved me from having to study medicine, twice in fact, now that I think about it."

They talked for almost an hour, what would happen, how things would continue. Jack had recovered slightly after the third or fourth cup of cough tea. He was the same womanizer he always was. He talked about the past. How they both watched their parents fuck night after night through the crack in the door. Anita shrugged her shoulders. "That wasn't right done of us." Jack shrugged. "We did it, and we learned fucking from them. We were still very young when we started fucking each other." He put his hands on Anita's shoulders. "It was, sexually speaking, the best time of my life, Anita! My wife Johanna was not good in bed, not even halfway. That reduced my love for her. Even when she didn't want to fuck anymore and got one of her girlfriends into my bed night after night, I didn't get full enjoyment. Yes, she really did make sure that I had a willing woman to fuck night after night. Sometimes she could only manage it by having a threesome because the other woman had a strong lesbian tendency. I really found it very hot when Johanna's clit was fucked by the woman's clit from orgasm to orgasm and Johanna fainted, when the woman fucked her hard in her maddening final orgasm. I fucked them all, even the most iron‐clad lesbians. Johanna sat next to us, her knees pulled up and her chin on her knees. She was actually a textbook voyeur. I couldn't cry at her grave, she had ruined my infatuation, my love and just everything. That's how it was, Anita."

Anita said she hadn't noticed any of it. She wanted to be faithful to her husband and so she stopped fucking Jack. Her husband was no master at fucking, not even a journeyman, but she stuck to her vow of loyalty. Three years ago she found out that he was fucking his secretaries. She confronted him and since then they have stopped fucking. She hadn't fucked for three years, she was hurt and numb, but she didn't want to give up her comfortable life. She was very sad that she didn't have a child.

He held her in his arms. "It's a horrible diagnosis, Jack. I can imagine quite well how confused you are, how alone and lonely you feel. I won't leave you alone tonight, if that's okay with you. My husband isn't home anyway, he won't miss me," she said bitterly. Jack drank a fifth and sixth cup of grandma's cough tea, then went ahead into the bedroom. He lay naked on the covers and watched Anita undress.

They had stopped fucking when she was 35 and married. The 20 years had taken their toll on her, or was it perhaps the three years of abstinence? Her shoulders were sunken like her cheeks. Her beautiful, full breasts had lost the fight against aging; even for 55, her breasts were too emaciated. But she was just as slim as she had been then, hips, arms and legs as always. But she seemed to have forgotten how to laugh. He left the little light burning; he wanted to take every look, every gesture, everything with him to the grave. Anita nodded; that was all too human and quite understandable. They held each other in their arms and he asked her about her love life. She had only fucked two men, him and her husband, and hadn't done so for three years. Did she still masturbate? he wanted to know. "Of course, I need that every night to fall asleep. In the last three years, sometimes during the day too, when I was sad and desperate. Look at me, I've become an old, ugly woman, I don't even need to go to bars. The most I'd find is a drunken slob, and I'm too proud for that."

Jack hugged her warmly and warmly. "I don't care what you look like 20 years later, 55, so what? I see the same girl I fucked and loved for over 20 years. I want to see that sparkle in your eyes again, I want to see how orgasm makes your face shine and glow again." Anita smiled gratefully. "Yes, Jack, my dearest Jack, that's what I want too!"

He penetrated very carefully. She was just as tight as before, she hadn't given birth to a child. Jack was overjoyed, how easy it was! From the very first moment they found a common pace, she masturbated as usual while fucking and he held back from squirting until she had triggered her orgasm. He squirted a little, he was already 57 and didn't squirt much anymore. They sat in bed, Anita had made cough tea again and he drank it obediently. She would stay with him for two nights if that was okay with him. Jack nodded, it was good that she didn't leave him alone.

What a stroke of luck that Anita stayed with him. What a stroke of luck that her husband was so fascinated by his secretaries. Anita had given hundreds of handjobs back then, she had tried giving blowjobs, but she couldn't do it. The boys were allowed to fondle her pussy during the handjob, which was known to speed up squirting. Jack laughed, "That was the case with all schoolgirls back then, don't worry about it. I was a wild boy back then, I fucked two dozen girls and was too ashamed to tell you. But it doesn't matter now, I can tell you the truth."

Jack and Anita fucked over the next two days, as often as he got an erection. He told her everything. When he was sleeping, she typed on her cell phone, she looked for all the girls from back then, who were now women and mostly had changed names. But Anita was very clever and stubborn as an ox. She found them all, wrote down their names, both then and now, addresses and telephone numbers. On the second day she had them all. In the morning she gave the list to Jack. "All your adventures or exes or one night stands, whatever you call it. Call her, maybe you'll still have some luck in all this misfortune." He hugged Anita. "You mean I should approach her and fuck her again?" Anita nodded. "Exactly, my love. I'm on duty at the university nonstop for the next three days, so I'm happy if someone is with you. Fucking or not, that's up to you." Anita hugged him warmly and drove to the university.

The first of his 6 weeks was almost over and he had no time to lose. He was incredibly lucky in all his misfortune. His cough had already gone down a lot, he called Andrea. Oh yes, she recognized him, she understood the seriousness of the situation and would come to see him, the terminally ill man, at noon. Andrea came, touchingly concerned. Of course she wanted to fulfill his last wish, she wasn't particularly committed to the vow of fidelity. Jack was already lying naked in bed when Andrea slowly and lasciviously undressed. "I'll make it nice for you, Jakob!" she chimed and he said that his official name was now Jack. Andrea had grown a little fuller, she had three children after all. But her breasts were divine, full, firm and simply wonderful. Back then she had very small, virgin breasts. And her cunthole was no longer as tight as it had been, because she had given birth to three children. But she fucked much better than she had when she was at school. She had a lot of practice and she only touched her clit briefly to trigger the orgasm. He squirted with pleasure, she let him squirt inside with a smile, she knew what she was doing. They gossiped rather superficially, her husband was a politician and was always on the go. But she stuck by him, even though he was pretty corrupt and took what he could get.

They fucked one more time, then she had to leave as she had said. He stayed alone for two hours, he ate a little something and read the newspapers. Then Dora came. She seemed even more like a frightened mouse than before. She had to be home in three hours at the latest, where her husband was waiting for her. He led her straight into the bedroom. Dora undressed very hesitantly, she didn't cheat on her husband very often, she said quietly. "But you do, now and then?" smiled Jack. She nodded, "yes, but only very secretly, like today. Officially I'm at an exhibition opening, a dozen of my girlfriends can confirm that, Inspector Jack!" She smiled. "I had a miscarriage a few months after our tete a tete, and since then I have been infertile. My husband didn't care whether the child was his, he loved me dearly and still does. He is a famous pianist and is giving a concert today, he won't arrive until around midnight." Jack was happy that they had to hurry. Now Dora took off all her clothes. She still had no breasts worth mentioning, slim hips and her pussy was clean‐shaven. She was still as clumsy at fucking as she had been when she was a girl, but she was great to fuck. She was already around 50, but she had a young‐looking, girlish face that now glowed and shone after orgasm. She was one of the few who had an orgasm when they fucked, without masturbating. And she never masturbates, she told Jack, then they fucked a second time, but he couldn't squirt anymore. Dora called a taxi and drove home, just in time. Jack went to sleep.

The next morning he woke up early. The second of the 6 weeks of grace began, he felt refreshed and full of energy. For a few minutes he forgot his misfortune, brewed Anita's cough tea and dissolved two spoonfuls of honey in it. He drank two cups as instructed and started to make phone calls. Renate sensed from the phone that he was in deep shit and promised to come in the afternoon. He also called Johanna, who was now calling herself Jo, and she promised to come after dinner. He ate a little lunch and dutifully drank the cough tea, which was only bearable with the honey. It tasted really awful when he had forgotten the honey. Grandma had a recipe for a really horrible brew that was undrinkable without honey. Renate came in her own car, they greeted each other warmly and he served a coffee from the coffee machine. No, thank you, he only drank the cough tea himself, his doctor had prescribed it. How Anita would laugh when she found out that she had been appointed a doctor.

He didn't recognize Renate when she undressed in the bedroom with a teasing smile. Like him, she had been a widow for two years, and they had even lost their spouses in the same month. But she said it was her release from a poor guy who was constantly ill. Nevertheless, she had mourned him greatly, buried him and thrown herself into the nightlife. She never missed an opportunity to let a strong, healthy guy fuck her, hard and firm. She was tall and Rubenesque, a huge, round woman. He looked at her with favor; back then she was a skinny, love‐hungry brat who took turns fucking all her schoolmates. She lay down next to him happily and willingly and they started fucking right away. Like many of the people he fucked, she masturbated during the fucking, she rubbed herself expertly to her first orgasm and let others follow until he squirted. They took a break and she talked about her life, the sad life of caring for her husband, the many sexless nights when she stayed awake at his sickbed and had to do it with her fist because he was too weak to fuck. Yes, she did it with her fist and her mouth for years, he was such a poor guy! Now he was dead and she only took strong, healthy men who fucked her hard and fast. Yes, that was a completely different life! They fucked a second time, she hugged him and said goodbye to him. She was sad that he had to die, but now she had to leave, she had arranged to go to the bars with a girlfriend.

He called Anita over lunch. Yes, he brewed the cough tea and drank it properly, with honey. Anita laughed, he mustn't forget the honey! He laughed too and told her about his misfortune. He also told her that he had been lucky with four exes. She was coming this evening, Anita said, she could spend two nights with him, then she would be on duty again. He continued on the phone. Jo was also a widow, she understood the situation immediately and promised to come before noon. He recognized her, she was still a virgin at the time and he had been allowed to deflower her. He wasn't her great love, but she was the only one in the class who was still a virgin, so he was allowed to fuck her. He recognized her immediately, she was just as slim and breastless as she had been back then, only deep wrinkles in her aged face revealed that she was already in her mid‐50s. She drank a coffee and listened to his story, he drank his cough tea. When she undressed in the bedroom without any fuss, he looked at her. She was as slim as ever, she had been in a childless marriage with a rich industrialist who had died unexpectedly at the beginning of this year.

He would have lost the bet, Jo had a perfectly smooth‐shaven pussy that still looked very childlike. It really looked very hot. He was even more surprised at the routine with which she fucked and responded to him. He cursed quietly because his cock almost didn't go into her tight, girlish pussy and she helped him smiling, she was used to be too tight. She fucked very routinely and with little emotion. He squirted inside and needed a break, so he asked her naughty questions. She hesitated at first, but then she remembered that he would soon take everything with him to the grave. They had fucked in her parents' house when her parents were away. She had asked him if he could deflower her and he agreed on the condition that he fuck her all weekend, which they did. She had married a rich businessman without knowing what he would demand of her. In those 35 years she had to fuck hundreds, many hundreds of men; that was his way of doing business. Often she had to let a dozen customers fuck her so hard that she was weak in the knees in the morning. She fucked everyone, or rather let everyone fuck her; some wanted to fuck her like a baboon fucks his harem, so that she hardly knew which way was up. But she did it because her husband needed these deals and she needed her husband. She asked Jack if she was entitled to feel like a whore? But Jack said no, she was only doing it out of love for her husband. Jo was very relieved. After his death a few months ago, she had seriously considered entering a monastery as a penance. Jack, who did not believe in God, gods or spirits, reacted violently. Yes, she didn't have to lead a whore's life or become a chaste nun, there were many shades in between. First she had to get his affairs in order and get everything in order there with his business. But the monastery was definitely the wrong choice. Whether she would find a new husband which was possible, but not certain. She should allow herself as much sex as she wanted. And when he was dead, he wouldn't care anymore. She hugged him, he was still the generous, kind boy to whom she had sacrificed her hymen. She felt the urge to fuck him again, so they did it and she fucked him with her whole love she could feel for her first man. After a minutes‐long hug to say goodbye forever, she left with tears in her eyes.

Anita came, she had bought food from the Chinese takeaway and they ate dinner in a good mood. He wasn't coughing anymore, he said, Grandma's cough tea was actually working. They also drank the second bottle of red wine and he told Anita about the women he had fucked in the last few days. They were all around 50, but they let themselves be fucked, whether shy and chaste or willing and vulgar. They went to sleep, they fucked until midnight with joy and pleasure. Anita was still the best of them all.

The next morning she encouraged him to invite an ex‐girlfriend for the afternoon, she was going into town to do things. Jack obeyed, because Anita wasn't playing games. Jenny immediately understood what he meant. She had often remembered him, he had been one of her first and had fucked her well back then. She had just gone through her fourth divorce, had no children and no husband at the moment. She was horrified by his impending death and jumped into the taxi immediately. She arrived just as Anita was getting ready to go out and they greeted each other warmly. She was his sister and was supporting him during this difficult time, said Jack. He offered Jenny a coffee and asked her about her life. She had married far too hastily, she just wanted to escape the clutches of her father, who had deflowered her far too early in her youth and fucked her day after day throughout her school years. She did not see him again, only when he was lying in the coffin. Her tears dried up, her heart remained cold and hurt. Her mother, who tolerated and even encouraged his incestuous behavior out of sexual dependence, took her own life just days later. Jenny was finally able to cry properly at her grave; she was now experienced enough to understand her mother's idolatrous, desperate love and sexual dependence. She had married four times, was driven away each time by a much younger woman and squeezed every cent out of the cock‐driven idiot. She was currently searching again, she had become quite wealthy and very selective.

Jenny willingly and happily lay down with Jack, the doomed man. "I want to make it as nice for you as I can!" She had kept her body fit and athletic, her age was only visible in her hands and her face. So she willingly and happily let Jack fuck her, she was very experienced and really very practiced at fucking. She didn't want him to watch her masturbate, she only ever did it at night and alone, because it was her most intimate secret, that's how it was. She had only remained physically faithful to her husbands until he found someone younger. Then she fucked as hard as she could. She hadn't counted it, but there were many more than a hundred men who had fucked her.

Jack hadn't fucked that well in a long time and Jenny was truly a master. He squirted wonderfully and so intensely that at the end he couldn't feel his cock anymore. Jenny said goodbye in tears, it was a goodbye forever.

Anita was very vulnerable that night and constantly close to tears. She had spoken to her husband on the phone for an hour and complained to him about how hurt she was by his escapades. She told him in no uncertain terms that he could stick his vow of loyalty wherever he wanted. She also reserved her right to fuck someone else. That was it. She hadn't told him that it was Jack, she had never told him about the years of her fucking with Jack. Jack hugged her and let her cry on his chest. After a while they fucked, Anita was as soft and sweet as she hadn't been for a long time. They fell asleep in a tight embrace.

At breakfast, Anita asked how many more were left on the list. There were more than 10 left, said Jack, but if she didn't want to anymore, he would stop fucking his exes. Anita was strictly against it. She would sit in the kitchen and read a good book, he should order the next one. And so it happened. Julia came, the three of them drank coffee and chatted, then Anita retreated to the kitchen and he went into the bedroom with Julia. She cried incessantly, his death sentence was worse than bad. She had two grown‐up children, her husband had run off with a very young girl ages ago and she was only the first of many. He wasn't thinking about divorce, he came over every few weeks and fucked her all night thoroughly like a madman until breakfast, so she hardly could walk the next morning, then he left again. Julia had only fucked two men in her whole life, Jack and her husband. She had given herself to Jack then, he had gently and tenderly deflowered her, the shy and reserved Julia. She was completely frightened when he then fucked her and came inside her. Julia wasn't one to fuck around a lot. She only had a few secret affairs during her pregnancies, because the pregnancies lit the fire in her pussy and she had to fuck and be fucked day and night by some dozen men. At that time, she had not yet known or done masturbation. Only a few years ago, a sweet lesbian had seduced her, fucked her really hard with her clit on her clit until she passed out, and had also taught her how to masturbate. Now Julia had overcome her fears, her first boyfriend was dying.

She undressed very hesitantly. She was slim and thin, the 50‐year‐old looked like a grey field mouse. She pulled her shoulders in and hid her small, wrinkled breasts. Behind the black bush he saw her fairytale little girl's slit. She lay down next to him and hid behind him. He took her in his arms. "Don't be afraid, little Julia, just think about how beautiful and uplifting our first time was." Julia nodded, "we should have stayed together, it would have been nice. But you were a hunter back then and far too restless to lead a quiet life with me." Jack hugged her, kissed her and made her terribly hot. Finally she was ready to get fucked and with tears in her eyes she begged him to please please be fucked! He did all the work, she was the passive type. Nevertheless, the fucking was nice and satisfying. She only had her orgasm when she masturbated after the fucking. She didn't mind at all that Jack was watching her masturbating. It was another tearful goodbye, a goodbye forever. Anita lay down next to him after dinner. She was satisfied, Grandma's cough tea had conquered his cough. He held his sister in his arms and told her about Julia.

It continued like this for the next few days, on those days he fucked Nina, Magdalena, Michaela and Nina Two. He reminisced about the old days, listened to their lives and love stories and asked them all naughty questions.

It was already the fourth week of the countdown when Nathalie arrived. She had just returned from the front, where she worked as a medic. She was full of life and vivacious. She got straight to the point in the bedroom, she was as daring as she had been at school and wanted it right away. She wiped the sweat from her brow. She told him how exhausting the job was, there was no time for flirting or real affairs. She let everyone on her side fuck her without any fuss and went out in her free time to get fucked by as many locals as possible. She was doing her own anthropological study, she loved it.

Nathalie wanted to see the medical results. She glanced over them and shook her head. "According to this, you should be sick in bed, weak, and not fucking fresh and happy like a perfectly healthy 57‐year‐old!" She shook her head and picked up the X‐rays. She fished a magnifying glass out of her backpack. She looked and looked, "Yes, that's a damn tumor, and it's spread far, everywhere. I understand why the doctors only gave you a few days, a few weeks. It's clear!" her magnifying glass got stuck on the edge of one of the images. "When were you in the war, Jack?" she asked and he was astonished. "I've never been in the war, darling!" he assured her. She pointed excitedly to two X‐rays. "That's a shrapnel, there! I know what I'm seeing, definitely shrapnel here, between the ribs! Of course, you could mistake them for a tumor nest if you don't look closely. But I know what I'm talking about, that's a shrapnel!" Nathalie looked at the image, counted the ribs and pressed hard. "No, I don't feel any pain, nothing except your pressure!" Jack cried out desperately. Nathalie sat up. "These aren't pictures of you, big boy!" Nathalie left briskly, she gave him her new phone number and hoped that new pictures were being taken.

Jack and Anita were panicking. But that was good, he wouldn't be turned away and insisted that new pictures be taken immediately. The new female X‐ray doctor placed the old and the new next to each other. "The old ones aren't pictures of you, Mr. Himmelwasser. It's clearly a different lung. This is the new picture, we even put your name on the picture so there won't be any more confusion. At first glance, I'd say it's a typical, healthy smoker's lung." Jack waited in the anteroom until the doctor had dictated the findings. Then he went home, his knees weak, as if he were walking on clouds. He didn't have to die, not now.

He had sent Anita home; she was so nervous that she could hardly bear the wait for the results. He threw his arms around her neck and then read the results out loud. He didn't have to die, not now, definitely not. Anita cried her eyes out and clung to her brother. It was only after a quarter of an hour that they both calmed down. They drank coffee; the cough tea had done its job. Anita asked him how far he had already worked through the list. He counted quickly, about a third, two thirds were still open. Anita laughed at him. "Why stop?" she asked provocatively. "Just carry on as before, you don't need to lie to her. Tell the truth. You thought it was over and you wanted to fuck her one last time. That it was a medical error and that you didn't have to die after all." Jack looked uncertainly at his sister. "And you? What do you think about me fucking the old women?" Anita smiled very gently and delicately. "If you were to pounce on the young girls, I would be disappointed or a little bit jealous. But so far they have been your exes, you have already fucked them before, and that is completely fine with me. I suspect you didn't tell me all of them three weeks ago, and I'll be happy for you if you can think of a few more." He nodded, there were probably 15 more that he hadn't thought of straight away. Anita smiled and grinned from ear to ear. She would find out the addresses and phone numbers. So they agreed, he should continue to fuck his exes, she wanted to, absolutely. She could feel how good it was doing him.

But first he called Nathalie, she had saved his life. She was happy and very proud that she had discovered this tiny little thing. No, she said no, she was already on her way to the front. But she would be happy to let him fuck her when she was back in town. He couldn't thank her enough.

Jack managed to get through the list. Almost all of them came, whether out of curiosity, nostalgia or sexual hunger. But they came, they told him all the secrets that had accumulated over the 30 to 35 years. He listened intently and was amazed at how many of his exes lived in incest and patiently let their son fuck them for years. Anita knew most of them from school and listened intently to Jack.

Anita still spent 3 days and nights researching in the sleep laboratory. She told Jack because things were very exciting there too. The test subjects were told that it was important that they fell asleep like they normally did. So if they were used to masturbating before or to fall asleep, which most young women do, then they should do it now too and press the bell when they were finished, then the measurements would begin. Many didn't dare, but many did. Anita brought the videos home because Jack couldn't get enough of them. Most of the women were just wiggling under the covers, but there was always one or more who was masturbating naked and not under the covers. They were only black and white videos, but Jack couldn't take his eyes off them.

Day after day an ex came in the afternoon, for most of them it was pure nostalgia and they had no concerns whatsoever. But there was always one who was cheating for the first time. Jack didn't pressure anyone, he never forced anyone. But they had come, the fall from grace had happened the moment they agreed on the phone. There were only a few who didn't want to come for sex, but they did exist. One was now living as a prostitute, but she came anyway, for the good old days' sake. Jack fucked his exes for years, and they always liked to come back for a good fuck. Anita lived with him four nights a week and spent the other nights in the sleep laboratory.

They were beautiful, wonderful years in which Jack and Anita lived together like husband and wife.

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