Moving to Berlin was a mistake, I told myself. I had been grappling with an insatiable porn addiction for over a decade, and this city provided sleazy opportunities at every turn.
Sex clubs, swingers parties, creampie gangbangs, porn cinemas, and jam-packed adult hookup sites, my Gooning lifestyle was non-stop. Society convinced me that I needed an ultimatum.
After reading some negative anti-Gooning articles online, I told myself that I should quit porn and focus on my career, but doing so in Berlin was impossible. So, where should I go?
As a freelancer who works remotely, the world was my oyster. But after doing research into some insanely cheap property, I was led to a country I’d never visited before, Serbia.
Little did I know that my newfound Serbian home would become more of a sordid Goon pit than Berlin. It was there that I finally understood there was no escape from porn.
My name is Marcus. I’m a mixed-race Pornosexual with an inherently perverted mind, and this is my true dispatch from the Serbian Goon Village. Prepare yourselves.
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Paradise For a Bargain Price
The Serbian broker was very upfront with me about my purchase, telling me that the village was somewhat isolated, boring, and cut off from society, hence the bargain price of the property.
For me, it sounded ideal. I was able to bag a property with land and mountain views for a fraction of what people are asking for a parking spot in Berlin. I was over the moon!
But the house needed serious repairs, so my initial days were spent working on it in the baking heat of a Serbian summer while the friendly local village women looked on bemused.
In the evenings, I’d sip beers, catch up on work, and take in the view while also studying to learn as much Serbian as I could. But about a week in, I started to notice something very odd.
”I felt like light lightning bolts were hitting my brain as my Gooner eyes slurped up the XXX images of fat Balkan tits, stuffed cunts, and retro perversion. Then, I saw her.”
Although it had a range of women who were mostly aged over fifty or sixty, the village had barely any men. I would soon find out the dark reason behind it.
The village straddled the border of Bosnia, and, during the horrific conflict there, most of the male population had crossed the border to fight, and few of them returned.
Those who did often suffered short life expectancies. Sure, they had sons, but unless you work online like me, there were no opportunities in the village, so most went abroad or to Belgrade.
When the realization hit me, some Goon-inspired thoughts invaded my head. I pushed them out as fast as I could, but I would soon realize that they’d manifest whether I liked it or not.
Serbian Hospitality
I’d been invited to the home of Ruslana, a solitary woman in her mid-fifties living alone in the village. She’d moved here over a decade ago and had settled in nicely.
The evening was still as we sat on her private porch, with the roar of crickets and the clink of ice cubes banging against the vintage glasses holding our village-made Rakia.
Ruslana had taught English in Novi Sad, so the conversation flowed gorgeously, as did the alcohol. As the sun set, we were both tipsy when the conversation switched to our backstories.
‘’What the hell brought you to a place like this?’’ Ruslana said with a playfully suspicious glare and a sip of her drink. ‘’I think there’s something mysterious about you. Is it a cool story?’’
Emboldened by the homemade alcohol, I was upfront with Ruslana. I told her that I was a porn addict, explained the Gooning subculture I’d been a part of, and I didn’t hold back.
Honestly? In a generally conservative part of the world like this, I expected her to be horrified. Instead, she listened intently and couldn’t hide the fascinated grin on her face.
‘’But enough about me!’’ I laughed nervously, ‘’What brought a beautiful woman like you to this village?’’ I was shocked when Ruslana downed the last of her Rakia and answered me.
‘’The same reason as you: porn.’’ Ruslana’s tone was serious now as if trying to contemplate how fate had paired us together, ‘’I starred in a Serbian porn magazine behind my husband’s back. He found out, beat the shit out of me, and divorced me.’’
Ruslana’s porn revelation saw her ostracized by her friends, family, and neighbors, so she moved to her current home in the mountains to find peace. I was in a state of disbelief.
What the fuck is happening? I thought to myself when Ruslana went indoors to refill our drinks. The perverse thoughts racing through my Pornosexual brain were impossible to stop.
‘’Here! See if you can recognize me in that,’’ Ruslana said as she returned to the porch, dropping a vintage Serbian porn magazine on my lap. ‘’Sorry if it triggers you!’’
I felt like light lightning bolts were hitting my brain as my Gooner eyes slurped up the XXX images of fat Balkan tits, stuffed cunts, and retro perversion. Then, I saw her.
A two-page spread saw her being airtight fucked in all holes by three Serbian cocks in a MILF-themed porno. My eyes flicked from the page to the star of the magazine in front of me.
‘’Your eyes are electric,’’ Ruslana said while spinning the ice cubes in her glass, ‘’Nobody’s looked at me like that for over ten years. I have to say, it feels good, and not just in my head.’’
I’m Not as Fertile as I Used to Be
The homemade Rakia in Serbia is no joke, and it kicks unexpectedly like a mule. Before I knew what I was even doing, I found myself on my knees before Ruslana and lifting her airy dress.
She wasn’t wearing panties, as she liked the evening breeze kissing her cunt. It was a cunt I was soon tongue deep inside and worshipping to the fullest. I went into a pure Goon frenzy.
The transition from the porch to her bedroom was a blur, but I began sobering up when Ruslana unleashed a porn-grade blowjob on my neglected fuck meat. She was like a woman possessed.
I watched with sheer porn rage as a pool of her spit gathered around her knees. With her eyes closed, she worshipped every inch of my cock as though it was her last meal on earth.
Ruslana dragged me on top of her into the missionary position and locked lips with me, stuffing her tongue straight down my throat before releasing me and staring into my eyes.
‘’I don’t care about your so-called porn addiction,’’ Ruslana slurred in a heavy accent, ‘’You’re going to put that cock inside of me. I need it. I’ll even pay you for it.’’
‘’Do you have condoms?’’ I said breathlessly, feeling her spit still dripping from my bare and throbbing fuck stick.
Ruslana burst out laughing and didn’t even answer me. Instead, she gripped my dick like it was a cheap sex toy and guided it between her mature cunt lips. I nearly went cross-eyed with lust.
As I looked down and watched my mixed-race cock slide in and out of her, I basked in the glorious sight of her slit grool coating my meat. We fucked for what felt like hours.
Her roars were like a pornstar. You could tell this sex-starved pussy hadn’t seen action for ages, and Ruslana wanted the entire village to know what kind of hard fuck her cunt was getting.
”As Ruslana made me breakfast naked, I edged myself to the sight of her aged Serbian pornstar body.”
Reaching into her bedside table, she pulled out another Serbian porn mag she’d starred in and held it over her face for me to look at as I pounded her. It sent me wild. This bitch was perverse.
‘’You came all this way to escape porn,’’ Ruslana slurred down my ear leaving droplets of spit in it, ‘’Now you’re fucking a Serbian porn slut’s pussy! You can’t escape from porn!’’
As we returned to missionary, my cock ached for release, and Ruslana could see it. I felt her wrap her legs around mine to lock me in place.
‘’Don’t even think about it,’’ she said, sensing I was going to pull out and not cum in her, ‘’I might have birthed four sons, but I’m not as fertile as I used to be, so cum into my womb. It’s good for nothing these days.’’
Ruslana grabbed my hand and began sucking my fingers like they were cocks, causing my neglected dick to spurt hot ropes of cum deep into her mature cunt as we wailed in ecstasy.
The alcohol-fuelled orgasm was so strong that I passed out into a drunken sleep, wrapped in Ruslana’s arms. When I woke up the next morning, she was still asleep, but my lust wasn’t.
Crawling between her mature thighs, I gently woke her up by lapping at her freshly-fucked cunt that still oozed with my stale cum, bringing her to another roaring orgasm and swallowing her juices.
As Ruslana made me breakfast naked, I edged myself to the sight of her aged pornstar body. She was pure Goon Fuel and had triggered me harder than anything in Berlin could have.
You Have No Idea What You’ve Unlocked
After breakfast, I bred that mature cunt some more. As we listened to the birds chirping through the window, I asked if she cared that half of the village had likely heard us fuck.
‘’You have no idea what the women in this village are like,’’ Ruslana said in a serious tone. ‘’They’re so sex starved that they’ll indulge in the depths of the perverse to keep entertained.’’
She began to tell me which of the old women in the village were the wildest and how she had played a role in corrupting them by showing them porn. My mind was truly being blown.
‘’I’m just surprised it was me who got to you first,’’ she laughed. ‘’I can guarantee half of them were rubbing their cunts to the sound of our fucking, and they’ll want a turn on you next. Just don’t forget about me!’’
I was initially unsure about whether Ruslana was joking or not. But within two weeks, I would find out that this truly was a village of the perverse, and I was the locals’ number one target.
To discover the depths of the village’s perversion and what my life looks like here a year on, stay tuned for the even wilder second installment.
