Flying Falcons

by Margaret Scott

  ‘Sorry about that,’ his voice came from behind. ‘The lad wanted to buy a falconry glove from me. You wouldn’t believe how many people keep birds of prey now. I thought I was never going to get rid of him.’

  Max joined her by the gate, his deep eyes burrowing into her own. ‘I’ve still got that Lanner falcon to fly. I can either take you into the house now and give you a good hard seeing to, or I can fly the Lanner first, then take you in the house for a good hard seeing to. It’s your choice, which is it to be?’

  She felt a little disappointed that getting inside her wasn’t his first priority, but she couldn’t help being amused by his straight-talking attitude. She looked over again at the grass of the flying area. ‘OK, you fly the falcon, then I’ll decide whether or not you get anything else.’

  He smirked and leaned closer to her. ‘We both know you are gagging for it, girl.’

  Elizabeth laughed. ‘Is it that obvious?’

  A few minutes later Max was in the centre of the flying area holding the Lanner falcon who’d witnessed their earlier sexual session. The falcon was alert and clearly excited – it obviously recognised its surroundings and knew it was going to fly free.

  Elizabeth sat down on the grass near the edge of the flying area, the gate now behind her. She curled her long smooth legs round to the side, allowing her dress to slide up her silky thighs.

  ‘I’m going to fly the falcon to the lure,’ Max called in his “flying-display” voice. ‘The bird will circle up to gain height, then I’ll produce the lure and the bird will dive down and try to catch it before I pull it away. That’s called a stoop. We’re basically imitating what would happen in the wild when the falcon would try to catch another bird.’

  He raised the arm holding the falcon into the air. The bird ruffled its feathers and leaned forward slightly, then with a hard flap of its wings it launched itself off the glove and into the air, tucking its legs tightly under it as it climbed.

  With no wind to aid it the falcon had to work hard to gain height to begin with, but soon it was climbing into the sky above the neighbouring fields, at first seemingly uninterested in returning to its master. When it reached almost twice the height of a house it began to curl slowly back towards the flying area, its wing beats fewer and less laboured. It had found warm air thermals higher up and was riding them to gain further height with less effort.

  Max looked over towards Elizabeth. ‘I’m going offer it the lure. It’s just a leather pad with false wings attached to make it look like the falcon’s natural prey, but it’s also got some chicken tied on, so if the falcon catches it he gets a treat.’ He opened a green falconry bag hanging from his hip and pulled the lure out. The leather pad was attached to a long line of rope with a wooden handle on the opposite end. Max began to swing the lure around in circles beside him.

  The falcon immediately took notice, speeding up its wing beats as it aimed itself towards him. At the last moment Max threw the lure out in front of it. In a split second the falcon threw its feet forward to try to grab the lure, but Max quickly whipped it back out of its way just before impact. Travelling at speed the falcon zipped past Elizabeth’s head and climbed easily back up into the air.

  The falcon flew at him time and time again, sometimes circling around wide before returning to dive, other times flying only a little way past then turning suddenly to stoop again quickly, as if trying to catch him out.

  After several more passes Max called, ‘If I can get twenty more stoops out of this thing, I get to take your knickers off!’

  Elizabeth laughed as he started to count the bird’s passes out loud, ‘One, two...’

  She waited until his back was turned then pulled her dress up over her hips and spread her legs wide, exposing her crotch to the warm air. When Max finally turned back and saw her he looked shocked for a moment, then started laughing. The falcon clipped the lure briefly as it flew past.

  ‘Ah, ah!’ she called, giggling. ‘Watch what you’re doing. Remember, twenty stoops.’

  ‘Eight!’ he called as the bird dived again, then, ‘seventeen!’

  She suddenly thought the falcon might think her soft brown snatch hair was a vole and decide to dive into it with those wicked-looking talons. She closed her legs quickly.

  ‘Hey!’ Max shouted over with mock-annoyance, ‘What the hell did you put it away for?’

  She laughed and rolled onto her back to gaze up at a perfectly cloudless blue sky.

  ‘Get that pussy back out again,’ he ordered, his voice drifting over.

  She wriggled her dress up over her head and threw it to one side then lay back again on the cool grass, completely naked except for her white high heels. The warmth of the midday sun gently kissed her skin.

  Max slid the lure back into his bag and headed towards her. With its target out of sight the falcon stopped diving and instead returned to circling the flying area, gradually lifting higher into the air as hot thermals rising from the sun-baked ground carried it steadily upwards.

  ‘Oh, look at that,’ he murmured to himself as he suddenly appeared before her, studying her body intently. He unclipped the falconry bag from his belt and cast it to one side.

  Elizabeth could see the bird high above them circling patiently, staying within sight of its master. ‘Is the falcon OK?’

  ‘It’s fine,’ he said, sinking down to his knees beside her. ‘It’ll stay up there until I get the lure back out.’ He gently stroked the soft skin of her thighs and pushed her legs apart. He climbed between them and began to inspect her pussy with delicate fingers. ‘Oh, look at that,’ he muttered again. ‘You dirty little girl, it’s soaking.’

  She smiled proudly.

  ‘Let me taste it.’ His head dropped between her legs and he licked around her soft flesh, seeking out and absorbing every last bit of moisture he could find. Her labia quivered under his touch, soft and light at first, then harder and deeper as his fingers parted her lips and his tongue sought out more from the deep well of her pussy.

  She sighed with pleasure, holding his slowly undulating head. With each movement his moustache tickled her swollen clit, pushing her closer to that promise of orgasm.

  Max stopped suddenly and reached for her handbag. He dug her camera out and took a close-up shot of her sex. ‘Put your fingers in,’ he ordered.

  Excited by the new game Elizabeth smiled and inserted two fingers slowly into her soaking pussy, moving them in and out with closed eyes, moaning gently.

  ‘Oh....’ he muttered. One hand still clicking away with the camera he released his cock from his trousers with the other and worked it slowly.

  He snapped several close-up pictures of her glorious breasts, then took some more with one hand while he used the other to rub his rock-solid cock over her nipples.

  ‘Enough,’ she called out, unable to resist any longer. ‘I want you inside me.’

  ‘One more,’ he said, moving back. ‘On your knees.’

  Giggling she turned over and assumed the position.

  The camera clicked again as he shot picture after picture of her plump backside.

  ‘Open wide,’ he ordered.

  She rested her head on the ground to support herself and spread her cheeks with her fingers, revealing her tight hole and even tighter arse.

  ‘Fucking great,’ he said, clicking away. He quickly succumbed to temptation himself and dropped the camera. He manoeuvred his solid prick towards her, pressing it against her juicy entrance.

  ‘No,’ Elizabeth said quickly, swinging her butt around and away from him. She wanted to fulfil her fantasy. She lay on her back again on the soft grass. ‘Like this.’

  Max dropped between her legs and pushed his cock deep inside her easily. With his hands squeezing her breasts he pumped himself into her, hard and fast, rocking her body back and forth with each movement. Eac
h time she felt him hit her womb she gasped out loud, not sure how much more of the pounding her insides could take. She wasn’t being made love to, she was being fucked! Her groin tingled as her orgasm rushed towards her too soon. Just as she thought she could hold it back no longer he stopped thrusting into her and pulled his cock right out, but kept it hovering near her now gaping hole.

  Max picked the camera up again and grabbed her arm with his other hand to pull her body up and forward. ‘Watch this.’

  His cock was bright red and pulsing, desperate to fire its load. The mere touch of the hot flesh sent shivers of delight through Elizabeth. She ached to have it inside her once more. He pressed it slowly into her, just an inch at first, then took a picture, followed by another inch and another picture. She watched as his penis slowly disappeared inside her, accompanied by click after click of the camera. In the position she was in her pussy was angled making it even tighter inside, so she could feel every bit of him. When his cock had disappeared fully inside her and his balls were pressed up against her groin he took one last picture then whispered quietly, ‘Lie back.’

  He moved his body above her again and fucked her hard and fast. She wrapped her legs around his waist to lock him against her and grabbed his buttocks with both hands. As the warmth of her orgasm began again she stared up at the Lanner falcon above, soaring on thermals which had carried it so high its body and wings were just a tiny cross floating overhead.

  Her pussy pulsed against his hard shaft as heat flowed through her body and she came, crying out over and over again. With fingernails digging into his flesh she pulled his buttocks hard against her, as if trying to force his whole body inside. Her climax quickly triggered his own. Max timed his final thrusts with each shout of pleasure, riding and prolonging the waves of her orgasm. Unable to hold off any longer he called out with her and closed his eyes tight as he filled her with his hot sperm.

  Still inside her Max pressed his rough face close to hers, panting heavily. After taking a moment to recover he turned his head slightly to kiss her, his lips gently brushing her glowing cheek. She contracted the muscles of her pussy once more, squeezing his shaft as he slowly withdrew it from her body.

  Max got slowly to his feet and pulled his jeans back up. He looked up at the falcon which was still circling high overhead, waiting patiently for its reward. Elizabeth lay for a moment longer on the cool grass, breathing deeply and slowly in the glorious after-sex glow only a really good orgasm could bring. The arousal may have been sated, but the sex had been well worth the wait. She was far from disappointed.

  Max picked the camera up and began scanning back through the pictures on the LCD screen. ‘Look at that,’ he murmured, showing her a picture of her own groin.

  A little embarrassed since the heat of lust had begun to fade she rescued her dress and slid back into it, feeling a stream of his semen trickling down her inner thigh.

  He viewed a few more shots appreciatively, then handed the camera back. ‘I’ll bring the Lanner back down.’ He recovered the falconry bag from the edge of the flying area and walked back into the centre.

  The moment Max pulled the lure back out the falcon circling above immediately folded its wings and began to drop towards him like a bullet. When it had lost most of its height he threw the lure up into the air towards it. The bird clipped it hard and flew past, carried on by its momentum. Max threw the lure down on to the ground and the falcon twisted quickly in the air and dropped down on to it, grabbing it tightly with its talons. It panted hard from its exertions but hung on to its prize. Max waited patiently for a moment until the bird began to pull at the piece of chicken tied to the lure, then gently offered it a larger piece on his glove. The experienced falcon happily relinquished the lure and stepped up onto his glove to enjoy its well-deserved meal on his fist.

  Elizabeth went to join him. ‘That was great.’

  Max offered her one of his now familiar dirty looks. ‘What was great, the falconry or the fucking?’

  She smiled broadly. ‘Both.’

  ‘What are you going to do with the pictures?’

  She had a feeling he was asking about more than just the pictures. ‘I can‘t just leave them on the camera. If someone decides to borrow it without asking...’

  ‘I have a printer in the house. You can print them out if you like and leave them here. For our eyes only, I promise.’ Seeing her look of surprised uncertainty he added, ‘Or just delete them if you want. It’s up to you.’

  She pondered for a moment. Did she want to repeat the afternoon they’d shared? The sex had been great, but he was a lot older than her...

  Max sensed her indecision. ‘You do what you want.’ He walked past her back through the gate.

  Elizabeth didn’t need long to think. She quickly followed him. ‘Max, which room is the printer in?’

  He stopped and waited for her to catch up, a look of satisfaction growing on his face. ‘That one,’ he said, using his free hand to point up to a bedroom window.

  With a sexy smile she walked past him towards the house, deliberately waving her ass from side to side as she went.

  ‘Oh, Elizabeth?’

  She paused and looked back.

  ‘Are you still coming to the show next week?’

  ‘You bet.’ she called over her shoulder.

  ‘Don’t forget to bring your camera!’

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