Pictland

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Hello. I’m a Pict. We’re a very small island nation to the north of Great Britain. I visited the mainland recently and have some thoughts.

Everything seems so complicated there. There are sex crimes and no one knows who wants what. I think we must have had a big problem too so our government introduced a system. We are issued with scarves when we turn 18 years old. We wear them at all times to show what we want and they are double sided. In the summer we have chiffon or silk while in the winter they are woollen.

Green side out means I may be open to having sex and is considered a seductive colour. There are green light districts and lingerie stores sell out of green underwear every Valentine’s Day.

Red side out means I definitely don’t want sex and has become the colour of purity. It’s the colour of our wedding garments and our celibate religious leaders although celibacy is not essential in religious life.

BUT there are variations. You can turn the corner of your red scarf to show a little green. That says you may be open to some illicit sex. We even have a saying “Your green is showing”. The person can then adjust it if it’s a mistake or leave it.

Most people add fringes of different colours. Blue fringes worn by a guy means gay and on a girl means she likes anal. Pink fringes on a girl means she is gay and on a guy is for pegging.

Purple is transgender or bi. Gold or yellow is for prostitutes. Black means BDSM and white is considered naughtiest. It means you are open to being taken by anyone of your chosen gender at any time without consent.

People mix their fringes for the sake of clarity but you get the idea. It’s quite funny to see a little old lady wearing a green scarf with black fringes.

A lot of parents hid their children’s scarves almanbahis and the government had to make it an offence to try and suppress their adult children’s sexual liberty. I remember my Daddy hitting the roof when I got my scarf. He told me I better wear it red side out at all times.

Unfortunately for him I’m as stubborn as he is and told him he’d no right to tell me what to do or I’d put white fringes on it. He turned pale and went to the garage.

I started my first job after finishing with school working with a driver. Our company required two people to be in each vehicle for security. I was paired up with an older man (Iain) to be trained. He looked to be in his late forties and was about my height, medium build with blue/grey eyes and grey hair.

I quickly realised he was the reason I was looking forward to work each morning. The weeks went on and my trial period was due to end. After this I could walk away or sign a permanent contract. I waited until my second last day.

Iain was dropping me off after our shift and I blurted out “Do you have to go back to the depot straight away?”

“Yes. Why?” he asked suspiciously.

“Oh I just wondered whether you wanted to come in for coffee” I smiled, unable to keep from blushing.

“Oh… OH!” he smirked, noticing my scarf turned to the green side at the corner. “I’m afraid I have to go but I’ll see you tomorrow”. He winked at me and drove away.

The next morning he was grinning as I got in and turned my scarf green side out. Our run was finished in record time that day. Instead of driving me back home he headed to the country road away from our town. He took a side road to a barn on an abandoned farm and parked the car.

“Your green is showing Jennifer” he said.

“That’s alright” I almanbahis yeni giriş murmured, looking down.

“What age are you sweetheart?”

“19… in a couple of months” I admitted.

“And you want me to see your green side?”

I just nodded as he slid closer to me.

“I’m 45 Jennifer. That’s really old compared to you” he whispered.

“You don’t seem old Iain”

“No?”

“No”

He pulled me closer by my scarf and kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he grabbed my waist. Our tongues were moving along each other. I pressed my body against him and finally he pulled away.

“Get in the back, Jennifer” he groaned.

I stood up and moved between the seats then lay on the floor in the back of the van. Iain followed me and climbed on top of me.

“Are you sure about this sweetheart?” he asked.

“Yes”. I nodded.

He kneeled up and pulled his sweater off then reached down and ripped my shirt open, then yanked down my bra, freeing my pale tits.

“Oh fuck, Jen! Lovely young tits”.

Iain lowered his head and started sucking on my nipples. I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled his head closer. He was moaning as he squeezed and licked on them.

Moving back up, Iain covered my body with his and shoved my ankles apart with his feet.

“I can’t wait to get inside your tight young cunt, Jen” he said softly.

“Yes Iain. Fill me up” I begged.

Kneeling up again he unzipped his trousers, pushing them and his underwear down, his hard cock sprang up.

It was about 7″ long and 2″ across. Staring at it I quickly stripped my shirt and bra off, kicked off a shoe and pulled one leg out of my trousers and knickers.

Lying back with my legs parted I looked almanbahis giriş up at him. My white body contrasting with the dark grubby floor of the van.

Iain took hold of his cock and lay on me. His tongue pushed in my mouth again and I spread my arms wide letting him use me.

He pushed his hard cock into me and I cried out.

“Mmm fucking tight!” he groaned.

He lay still for a minute breathing heavily.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked when he lifted his head.

“Yes” I gasped “Feeling you pushing inside me.”

He began to move his ass while he fucked me. I lifted my legs as he used long slow strokes, almost pulling out then burying himself in me and grinding hips.

I was biting my lip to keep from crying out. He looked at me and saw.

“No one… can hear” he said, his voice straining.

I closed my eyes and threw my head back. Iain plunging into my wet hole over and over as I moved my hips up to meet him. The van moving, squeaking as we fucked, getting more frantic.

I was panting in time and gripping his shoulders. I moved my head to the side and could watch his ass moving, going faster and faster.

I could hear him grunting.

“Fill me up Iain!” I begged. “Shoot your hot cum into me”

“You’re going to get it bitch!” His voice sound strained.

“Yes Iain! Yes! I’ll be your bitch!” I cried out.

“Take it bitch. I’m going to spurt in your young cunt bitch. Here it cums”

He was thrusting so fast now. His body slapping against mine, his balls hitting my ass, my whole body shaking as he rode me hard.

I cried out when I felt his hot cum shoot into me. There was so much it was coating me.

Finally he slowed then stopped. His cum was running out me. He pulled out of my aching pussy and grabbed a rag to wipe himself with. I sat up carefully and pulled my clothes back on. I had to hold my shirt closed because of the missing buttons.

Iain noticed and tossed a spare jacket over to me.

“There my little bitch” he said softly. “You can wear that”.

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