Bang bang with Doolittle, swap angle: The hero understands Animal languages and it helps his erotic journey

 Bang bang with Doolittle, swap angle Part 1

The hero understands Animal languages and it helps his erotic journey

I am a freak. Well, not exactly, unusual may be a more appropriate word.

I can understand what animals, birds, and insects talk. Not every time or all the time. The phenomenon is like a Tsunami. I can never predict when I will suddenly acquire the skill or how long it will last.

Not that I am complaining. I don't know how Dr. Doolittle managed to live with continuous chatter and cacophony. I gave up trying to find a reason and learned to live with it. My vague suspicion is that when my wavelength or frequency matches that of that particular animal at that moment, I can understand their language. Only I was judicious enough never to boast or discuss this, even with my wife, Suma.

My first experience was when I was six years old and was teasing a puppy by pulling its tail and ears, and it was squealing. An elderly Gentleman was taking his German Shepard for a walk. As it passed me, it barked, and I was startled to hear it say, " You fool, wait for six months, that fellow will take a chunk off your calf muscle".

I ran and hid in my mother's pallau and thought it was a figment of my imagination until the next experience. Slowly, I learnt to accept and live with it. But it still gives a nasty jolt every time.

Once I was walking on a deserted street at night, and two dogs were coupled and were waiting to get decoupled. One bitch(sorry, female dog) was circling, wagging its tail.

Suddenly, the female dog, engaged in coupling, shouted at her partner. " Are you mad? Can't you see she is making an ass of you? She is flashing her tits and pussy to keep us locked and have fun. If you don't close your eyes, we will be like this the whole night."

Another time, I was driving a two-wheeler and three buffaloes were walking slowly, blocking the road. I kept my finger on the horn until one buffalo turned, stared at me, and snarled. " Idiot, can't you see she is pregnant? Give us a few minutes". I jumped a foot and almost dislodged my friend, who was riding pillion.

The best was when I went to the zoo many years back. It was a working day, so there was not much of a crowd. As I reached the Elephant's section, I found all the ladies walking away fast, averting eyes yet surreptitiously darting glances, and single men were gaping, open-jawed. Curiously, I looked and found that one Bull Elephant was nonchalantly grazing and had a massive hard-on, his cock almost touching the ground.

"Mom. Look, this Elephant has five legs," one 5-year-old girl screamed, and I looked and saw an embarrassed mother trying to pull her away. I smiled at my very good-looking mother. Her face was flushed pink, and she gave a half smile and gave a fleeting glance at Elephant's cock and my crotch.

Mother was trying to pull the daughter away, but the daughter was not budging.

A cow elephant came to mother's rescue and stood between them and the Bull.

I was startled to hear the cow say to the bull, " Are you not ashamed? We are not in the Jungle. You are making yourself a laughing stock."

A hurt, indignant bull replied, " Young lady, why are you picking on me? Why don't you tell your Aunt who is lifting her tail, spreading her legs, and flaunting her pussy in my face? I know we are not in the jungle. If we were, your Aunt would be crying for mercy as I mount and bang daylight out of her. You would be running for cover, covering pussy with tail."

I looked, and sure enough, a few feet from Bull's nose or trunk, a cow was displaying her assets.

Meanwhile, the little girl was throwing pebbles at the cow to make it move. I sat on my haunches until my face was on her level, smiled, and asked, " Have you seen the parrots? They have so many colours and shades, and you know they have tails this long?"

" Really? Show me " As I was leading her by hand, Mother heaved a sigh of relief and mouthed a silent 'Thank you'. I took three chocobar ice creams, and as we were enjoying the beauty of the birds and their squeaks, I thought Mother was licking her ice cream rather seductively, and like Bull Elephant, I was also getting aroused.

Then, as the girl was screaming for a ride on a small toy train that goes all around the zoo. I took the tickets. We squeezed into the last seat. There was no way I could prevent my thigh from pressing against her warm, soft thigh, which sent electric shocks running through my body. Mother's face was also slightly flushed. As the kid sitting in her lap squirmed, she lifted her left hand, giving me a glorious view of her firm left tit, the contours of which were visible through flimsy blouse cloth and even flimsier bra. I touched my elbow and pressed lightly. I waited with bated breath. Either she would slap me, move away, or press closer. For a few seconds, nothing happened. She looked speculatively at me. Then ... she moved closer, crushing her boob on my elbow.

I passed my right hand behind her back, as she leaned forward to accommodate my arm, circled her back, and squeezed her right tit. All the time she was talking to the little girl, showing her animals, laughing, and squirming to give me full access to both her tits. She ran her hand on the length of my cock, which was straining in the confines of my pants, smiled at me, and said, "Wow."

" You said 'Wow', what did you see, Mom?" Little girl asked.

Mother was very smart. She improvised and said something about the colour of the flowers on some trees. At the end of the trip, the little girl wanted one more trip. As Mother was about to get down to get tickets, I assured her I had already bought 3 rounds. As the girl was clapping and making merry, Mother asked me in a low voice," How did you know I wouldn't slap you? Your money would have been wasted." Now she inserted her hand in the opening provided by the unzipped pants ( loose, long T-shirt was covering nicely ) and was stroking my cock.

I shrugged." I took a chance. If you had slapped, I would have moved my thigh and elbow away, I would have given the tickets to some kids, and would have gone," I said as I pulled and pinched her nipples, (She had undone the lower two hooks of her blouse) The little girl wanted to get down after the second round, but Mother convinced her to come for third round.

Finally, when we got down, we were both so horny that I would not have minded living in a Jungle like the Elephant and have full freedom and access to bang. As we were coming out of the Zoo gate, a little girl screamed, ran, and hugged her best friend, who arrived with her family. She wanted to go around the zoo once more, but her friend's parents assured her that they would drop the girl off at home.

As they were leaving, I heard the girl say to her friend, " You won't believe, I saw a five-legged elephant. I will show you." As they were talking, I walked further and waited underneath a tree. Mother waited until they went inside the gate and came over to me.

"Do you have a motorbike?" she asked me. I said yes.

"Then go to the medical shop two blocks away, buy condoms, and knock on the window of that black Corolla car. I will tell the driver to start the A/C and go have food and come back only after I give him a missed call on my mobile," she walked over to the car, tapped on the driver's side window. He came out, she told him something, and gave him money. As soon as he left, I rode to the medical shop, bought flavoured condoms ( can not guess what could be in store) and lightly tapped on the opaque, tinted window.

She opened the door. The cool air was comforting. She already undid her blouse and bra hooks, and her shapely boobs with erect nipples were visible through the thin layer of saree. We smiled, embraced, and locked lips in a passionate, exploring kiss, which lasted quite some time. She broke free.

"There is not much time, and we can't bang violently, the car will shake. So I will ride you," she said. This, she undid my zip, took out my tool, tore open the condom cover, saw the condom, and smiled.

" You are greedy, aren't you? That's what attracted me," she slid the condom and knelt and started sucking first tentatively, taking only half an inch and then licking it. She did not break eye contact and started taking more and more, and her warm mouth and tender, grinding teeth were driving me crazy. I started mauling her tits and lifted her saree and rubbed fingers on her pussy. She was already wet and overflowing. Her clean-shaven pussy was throbbing. As my fingers found her clit and as I was fondling it between thumb and forefinger, she came very fast, and her whole body shook as spasm after spasm rocked her.

She left my cock and sat in my lap. I guided my cock into her wet pussy, and she started slowly, but after a few minutes, forgot about the warning she had given me and started thumping up and down, almost screaming. The shaking car may not have been noticed since it was parked in a corner under the shade of thick trees. She pushed her tits into my mouth as she was milking my cock.

Finally, when we climaxed, it was like a volcanic explosion. As she lay panting on me, I licked and kissed her earlobes. Luckily, I happened to see in the rear-view mirror that the driver was walking towards the car. I quietly kissed her, bid goodbye, gave my mobile number and email ID, quietly opened the door, and slid out. I was several yards away when he reached the car, and I heard him say to her, " Madam, your phone is switched off. So Sir called me and asked me to tell you to call him back.

After that memorable banging, they migrated to U.S, she kept in touch for a long time. She graduated with 3 sums, 4 sums. swaps. She told me I was the key that opened the floodgates of her sexuality. She carried her hubby along. On webcam, she showed me all her frolics and fun, but never with her hubby. For reasons not clear, I am the only secret she kept from hubby. She told me she tried everything except Afro American, she said she was scared her pussy would be torn and might render further use impossible. She logs in once a month and keeps in touch.

Later, I got married to Suma, fell into the groove that all Indian men are destined to, and faithfully fell. Our sex life was wild, exciting, fabulous, but slowly petered down to a lukewarm level with time. My interaction with other species had also reduced, though not completely stopped. The reason could be that I was in constant struggle to match my frequency to that of Suma's and hence was not aware of any other intrusions.

After nearly 2 decades of marriage, with my son studying in a residential college and the realization that it is impossible to match frequencies, I think I gave up the unequal struggle. This could be the reason for things that followed.

On that Sunday, I got up at 7 am, moved from bed without disturbing Suma, switched on the computer, and checked emails. I was totally engrossed, lost track of time, when a voice suddenly jolted me.

"So you are here, you lazy bum. Why don't you go into the fresh air and crawl? All day you wait near the ventilator waiting for breakfast, lunch, dinner to come to you."

I looked around. There was no one. Suma was still sleeping. I slowly looked up and saw the two house lizards.

"You just scared away my breakfast. Why couldn't you be quiet?"

So I was back with my phenomenon. I had to act as if I was not listening, but the next sentence made me jump a foot.

" Instead of hanging around here, you could have just crawled to their bedroom. Suma was masturbating so wildly, moaning, groaning..... what is the matter with this fellow? He jumped as if he got an electric shock."

"He might very well have. The builder is useless. You have to be very careful where you crawl in the rainy season. Anyway, what provoked her to masturbate?"

I mentally named the male Lizard as Charlie. His gruff, nasal, monotonous whining voice reminded me of our thermodynamics lecturer in college. His original name nobody remembers, but he was nicknamed Charlie, since he used to walk with that trademark gait of Charlie Chaplin, with toes 120 degrees apart.

And the sound of his grating voice was like the scraping of a sharp metal object on a thin iron sheet. One hour of his lecture used to bring stout-hearted heroes who stared fearlessly into the opponent's face in boxing matches, to their knees and to the verge of tears. Our thoughts used to wander on melancholic thoughts like life after death, at the end of his class. So I named the male Lizard Charlie.

I named the female Lizard Lillee, for no particular reason other than to rhyme. All female voices sound alike to me. I had to endure many slaps from my sisters for attributing Lata and Asha's songs incorrectly. If you ask me why Lillee, I will ask why not Lillee?

I strained my ears to catch Lillee's voice. It was news to me. I thought Suma had pulled down shutters on her sexuality long back and endures sex like a chore that had to be completed like washing clothes.

Lillee said, " She was talking on the phone with her friend Jaya, you know that corner flat, 309 ?"

Charlie said, " That big-breasted lady? I know, I was always in her bathroom. So what were they talking about?"

Lillee said, " You won't believe................."

End of Part I