Heat Stroke: F*ck a Duck Celia Kyle
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Heat Stroke: F*ck a Duck Celia Kyle
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck a duck…
With her favorite dirty ditty playing through her mind, Mia’s shocked to see that her fine feathered friend has turned into a hard-bodied hunk worth quacking over. What the hell is she supposed to do now? Good thing he’s got an idea… or four.
Heat Stroke: F*ck a Duck
Fuck, fuck, fuck a duck… Screw a kangaroo… Finger bang an orangutan… You can do it too…
Mia slammed on her brakes, inches from the teen who darted in front of her SUV. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, burying the urge to scream at the girl to put some clothes on and stop playing in traffic. Didn’t they teach kids anything in school these days? The thought made her freeze. Holy shit. She’d turned into her mother. Damn. Squinting against the sun, she whipped into the parking space near her apartment and savored the last few seconds in her air conditioned SUV. Not that she’d be in the heat for long, but five seconds in the middle of summer in Florida was too long. One hundred degrees Fahrenheit and one hundred percent humidity wreaked havoc on a gal. And the extra weight she carried everywhere didn’t help matters. Sure, fat insulated in the winter, but it did the exact same thing in the hotter months. Yuck! Turning off the engine, she hopped down from the vehicle and slammed the door behind her. No sense in delaying the inevitable. Howard was waiting for her upstairs and today was “S” day for the guy. She’d run, okay walk, upstairs, shower and then settle on the floor with the H-man and get down to business. Sliding her key into the lock, Mia heard the now familiar flop of feet slapping against the tile. Howard. She smiled and unlocked the door. She slipped into the dark apartment and dropped her purse on the hall table, Howard padding in her wake as she moved toward the kitchen. “Come on H-man. Today’s the big day.” Mia stripped as she walked. Her shirt was dropped over the back of a dining room chair, shoes kicked beneath the table. She wiggled free of and flung her skirt over the back of the couch as she walked by. Her bra landed at the foot of the bed and her panties actually made it into the hamper before she stepped into the bathroom. Ah, naked at last. While she avoided actually looking at her nude body in the mirror, Mia loved being naked. No constricting clothes cutting into her curves, leaving red, angry marks in their wake. Nope. Stark naked was what she liked best. She just didn’t want to see it. She didn’t need a mirror to know her ass was big. As were her hips. Oh, and her breasts too. Hell, every inch of her held a bit -- okay a lot -- of extra cushion. Sighing, she turned on the water in the tub. After it warmed, she dropped the stopper into the drain and turned back to Howard. He’d followed her into the bathroom and now waited near the doorway. Mia dropped to the floor and settled on the bath mat, waiting for Howard to come to her. He rose, almost toppling over because of his splint, and waddled to her. He stopped inches from her crossed legs. “Well, H-man, today’s the day.” Mia reached for the self-adhesive gauze and began carefully peeling the
material away. Poor little duck. She’d watched in horror as a car struck the little guy in the parking lot of her apartment building. Without a second thought, she scooped him into her arms, deposited him in her car and raced to the nearest animal hospital. The doctor had argued that Howard should have been cared for by wildlife professionals, but the guy seemed so attached to her already that she wouldn’t release him to anyone else. Now, two months later, it was time to remove the splint, according to the doc. Actually, the doctor said she could have removed it the week before, but Mia wanted to be extra sure the duck was healed. Truthfully, she hadn’t wanted to release the guy back into the wilds of South Florida just yet. Howard was a model pet. Better than any cat or dog she’d ever owned growing up in her parents’ home. He did his business on the designated pads, didn’t vomit all over the apartment and didn’t eat his own crap. He truly was the most perfect pet ever. Her mom told her she couldn’t keep him. Stroking Howard’s smooth feathers, she released him and watched as he stretched and wiggled his wing. After a few moments of flapping and general “happy duck” behavior, he settled on the bathmat in front of the sink and closed his eyes. Looked like he’d be staying for her bath as always. Mia hoisted herself from the ground and gingerly slipped into the steaming bathwater. With a sigh, she reclined against the porcelain tub and allowed the warm water to wash away the stress of the day. Seconds, minutes, hours later, Mia woke with a start. Water splashed over the edge of the tub and she reached for her nose, a tiny tickle dancing on the tip. Face soaked by water, she wiped the remaining droplets from her eyes and opened them to… Holy shit on a stick with a big dick. A nude man stood before her, one long dark feather in his hand and a smirk teasing his lips. Oh, those lips. Deep pink and full, her first thought was that she wanted to kiss them and then they could kiss her there. Oh yeah, right there. No! He was a stranger, in her apartment, nude, and surrounded by… feathers? What? A small feather drifting to the ground caught her eye and suddenly Mia realized exactly who was missing from her apartment. Anger overrode her fear and she rose from the tub in a large splash and glared into the stranger’s eyes. “What,” she snatched the feather in his hand and poked him in the chest, “have you done with Howard?” He crouched so they were eye level. Damn, he was a tall drink of water. A tall drink of deeply tanned with green eyes, dark hair and a killer body, drink of water. But she wasn’t paying attention to all that. She was worried about Howard. Right. “I’m right here, Mia. Right where you left me after you removed my bandage. Taking it off allowed me to appear to you in my human form. Now, why don’t we get more acquainted human to human instead of human to duck, eh?” He smirked and part of her melted for the hot hunk of man before her, but another part screamed “schizoid-freak!”
She snagged the towel from the nearby hook and wrapped it around her body. “You’re trying to tell me you’re Howard? Okay, sir, maybe we should…” “Don’t believe me?” He arched a brow and she had the insane urge to trace it with her tongue, but the soft song to the tune of Row Your Boat drifting from his lips made her heart freeze. “Fuck, fuck, fuck a duck… Screw a kangaroo…” She slapped her hand over his mouth. No one but her closest friends from high school and Howard the duck knew that risqué ditty she’d made up so many years ago. She glanced at the black feathers strewn across the bathroom floor and accepted the truth. Wereducks were real. And she was standing, nude, in front of one. Either this was her lucky day or there really was a devil and he’d made Tuesday “pick on Mia” day. Boo-to-the-yeah or crap, whichever the case turned out to be. She removed her hand from his mouth and asked the only question rattling around in her mind. “What do you want?” He leaned down, closing the distance between them until his nose brushed hers, and whispered his answer against her lips. “You.” Before she could jump, scream and shout, his lips covered hers. First it was a soft brushing of silken skin against skin, but he quickly pushed for more. His heated tongue traced the seam of her lips and she moaned. So long. So long since she’d been kissed. Hell, it’d been nearly an eternity since someone had looked at her with more than friendly affection. Mia leaned into his touch when he palmed her breast, and squeaked when long fingers pinched her nipples. She tore her mouth from his with a gasp. “Howard.” He laughed. “It’s not Howard, Mia, it’s Alex.” “Alex.” She tried his name and found that Alex fit him much better than Howard. “So, Alex, you’ve got me. Now, what are you going to do with me?” Was she stupid to throw herself into the arms of some anonymous wereduck? Probably. But now, when one chiseled arm wrapped around her shoulders and the other slid behind her knees as he held her against him, she didn’t really care. Dream, hallucination or psychotic break, Mia wanted what Alex had to give. He laid her in the middle of her queen-sized bed and she fought the urge to pull the blanket over her curves. Half of her mind screamed “dive for cover” while the other half reasoned that he wouldn’t be rock-hard if he didn’t like what he saw. His words confirmed the latter. “Fucking gorgeous.” All self-consciousness fled and she reached for Alex, anxious to feel his skin on hers. Again he captured her lips in a searing kiss. Tongues dueling, she sucked and moaned against his mouth. Alex lay by her side, but she tugged on his shoulders, aching to have him lying between her thighs. As if he read her mind, he repositioned himself, his weight resting against her while they continued to kiss.
Mia stroked his back, sliding her hands up and down the muscled planes, discovering every nook and cranny she could reach. Alex’s cock lay hard between them, pressing and pulsing against her abdomen while they made out like teenagers. She rocked her hips, hoping he’d get the hint and get to it already. Her pussy ached and throbbed in time with her frantic heartbeat. Slick juices coated her labia and she could feel the warm fluid slide down the crack of her ass. Wet seemed to be an understatement. Again she arched against him while he trailed kisses down her neck to her breasts. His talented mouth latched on to one nipple and sucked, tugging the nub hard. Her pussy clenched in response. Damn, who knew her nipples were attached to her cunt? She sure as hell didn’t. Alex sucked harder while flicking the nipple with his tongue, and she moaned, squirming beneath him. “Please, Alex.” She wiggled and scooted down as far as she could. If only… “What do you think you’re doing, duckling?” He chuckled and eased down her body until his shaft rested along her slit. “Were you looking for this?” Mia bit her lip, closed her eyes and rolled her hips against the glorious heat and pressure against her pussy. Yes, yes, that’s what she’d been looking for. Only, she needed more. Alex rocked against her while circling her nipple with his tongue, a teasing glint in his eyes. He closed them when he began sucking on her nipple again in earnest. The alternating soft and hard tug left her pussy aching and throbbing with need. Did the man not smell her arousal? Hell, even she could smell her musk at this point. She had a pussy that wanted, no, needed, to get fucked. Bad. She sank her fingers into the smooth dark curls at the back of Alex’s neck and tugged his head away from her breast. “Fuck me, Alex. Now.” He licked his lips and gifted her with a wicked smile. “Yes, ma’am.” Mia stared at him, breaths coming in shallow pants as she waited for his next move. Alex didn’t disappoint. With the slightest movement, the head of his cock nudged the opening of her pussy. He eased into her slowly, sliding each inch into her cunt and spreading her wide. She opened her legs for him, anxious to have him as deep as he could go. More. Damn, she craved more. Inch by inch his cock stretched her pussy and she cried out when he was finally fully seated within her. Never before had she felt so full. Her cunt throbbed and clenched around his dick and he groaned, burying his face against her neck. Mia wrapped her legs around Alex’s waist and pulled him closer, snuggling his pelvic bone against her clit and sending shards of pleasure through her body. She hissed. “Please fuck me, Alex.” Alex drew back and plunged forward, the head of his cock stroking and caressing her inner walls with each movement, causing her to gasp with pleasure. He repeated the movement, over and again, rubbing that sweet spot within her cunt. Alex pressed up onto his hands, poising himself above her and changing the angle of his penetration. Mia dropped her feet to the bed and raised her hips with each of his thrusts, fucking him as he fucked her.
The soft slap of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the room, mingling with their panting breaths. Again and again he slid his cock into her pussy, stroking, caressing and rubbing her G-spot with each thrust. “Fuck, yes, fuck me, Alex.” Never. Never had she felt such indescribable pleasure coursing through her veins. Her pussy throbbed and pulsed. Her nipples ached and her body screamed for release. Higher and higher she soared, muscles tensing and constricting in preparation of release when suddenly… Alex rolled to his back, taking her with him until she straddled his now prone body. “Ride me, Mia.” She froze. “Come on, baby. I know you want to grind that sweet pussy on my cock.” She did. Oh God, she did. She’d told “Howard” all about how she wished men would just let her do it right. Damn man, didn’t he know he had been doing just fine while holding the reins? Alex slapped her ass, his palm connecting with the flesh of her rear with a resounding smack, followed by the warmth of pain and pleasure. “Ride me, Mia.” She stopped hesitating and took control. Mia leaned forward, placed her hands on Alex’s chest and raised her hips, only to slam them down again. His groan echoed her moan and she smiled. “Witch.” “Maybe.” She smiled and did it again, riding his cock as if it was the last one on earth and she’d die without an orgasm. Up and down she slid along his cock, increasing her pace as each second ticked by. Higher and higher she climbed. Her muscles tensed, nerves electrified and dancing in anticipation of her impending orgasm. The pleasure curled low in her belly, increasing with each subsequent entrance of his cock into her cunt. She didn’t want to stop. Not ever. Alex gripped her hips, guiding her movements, digging into the flesh of her hips. He rose to meet each downward thrust of her body while they fucked, slamming them together with bone-jarring, orgasm-inducing force. Soon. His thumbs pressed against the top of her slit, bearing down on her over-sensitive clit, and she came, loud and hard with a scream of his name while her pussy clenched around his cock. She dropped her head back, letting loose a roar that was echoed by Alex’s own. For several moments, neither of them moved. Locked together by cunt and cock, they stayed still and recovered from their releases. Finally, Mia lost the battle with her body and slumped forward onto Alex’s chest. His hands stroked her back from shoulder to ass and she snuggled closer to him, his cock buried in her still-spasming pussy. A tiny feather danced into her view and she smiled against his chest. “Fuck, fuck, fuck a duck…” His deep, growling voice broke into her song. “We already did that, but give me a moment and we can do it again.”
Celia Kyle
Celia would have loved to have written her own biography, but she just didn’t know what to say. In a fit of desperation, she turned to me, her most trusted confidant and friend. I realize you’re asking yourself, “Who is this?” I am Cali, her cat. I also go by a few other names, but those may be too strong for your delicate ears. Suffice it to say my mommy is very creative and not just with writing. My mommy, Celia, began writing in August of 2006. I know this because it was around that time our meals started coming later and later in the day. As months passed, she spent more and more time in front of the boring screen. Though, it was fun to chase the little arrow around every once in a while. You should hear her scream! But I digress. She’s worked hard to give readers sexy, quirky heroines they can relate to. And you better damn well appreciate it. All I got was late night feedings. And I didn’t even make it into one of her books by name! That damn kitten, Katie O’Meghan, did. Bitch. Well, enjoy her writings and if you want to praise her for her work… don’t. I’d like to get fed at some point, people. Fine. If you must contact her, her website is at www.celiakyle.com or you can send an email to
[email protected]. But when I go hungry, I’ll blame you all!
