Total Consciousness

Chapter-2: Dream a Little More

   Honest desire pumped through Aquel as he winked at the squirrel with pride. Why not, he thought, why not? He placed his new Ehlis-1818 revolver pistols on the ground, between the oil lamp and the chains and the rope. Why not, he stretched into a smooth yawn, grinning like a twelve-year-old boy on Christmas day. One more delicious puff and he flicked his rolled-up cigarette at a neighboring pecan tree. He turned, glared at his present on the ground and smiled at her with a sincere look.

     She lay covered in sweat and dirt and sticky oily spit. Her blue checkered dress—ripped into six ragged pieces—half covered her steamy-defeated body.

     Aquel tugged at his stiffness below his belt, and wiped the pine sap from his hands on his stained burgundy shirt. He skipped into a foxtrot and danced toward the woman, each of his steps filled with a zigzag of passion and pure feeling.

     “Perros of the night,” said Aquel, “break time is over. I’m having me another round before this puta dies off. Where’s the bag of pork lard, cabrones?”

     The other two men looked around and searched for the gooey lard. Este spoke up with confident surprise, “right here, jefe.” He stood and reached forward with the bag, happy to please his boss.

     Aquel snatched the creamy pork lard away. And he chuckled. The bag slicked and smeared over his hand, causing his attention to throb harder and fuller. Such a sweet pig, thought Aquel. He reached into the bag and scooped out a syrupy hand full of cool viscous lard.

     “Pinche Perra is drier than a desert’s wet dream,” said Aquel. “Even with this stuff, she still kinda bothers me … eh-heh, just the way I like ‘em.”

     All three men laughed with boundless pride as Aquel approached the woman on the ground. He placed the pork lard to his side, and smirked at his present. “Here I’s come again, piggy.” He unbuckled his pants with his clean hand; and he moved in close to her, licking over his lower lip. 

     “Squeal piggy, squeal.” Aquel pursed his lips and dropped oily spit on her naked lower back. His smile curled up at the corners, tickled by the way she flinched and groaned, and whimpered. “That’s a good, pig,” he said with upright admiration. His nose flared wider and he consumed more of her miserable delectable stench.

     Aquel hinged forward and judged his piggy present. “Guilty, piggy-pig-pig.” He twisted his left boot into her right thick butt cheek. It burned him with excitement to see his spit wrap around her lower back and pool on the ground.

     “Such a delicious savory meat,” said Aquel. Goose bumps of richness rippled down his legs and up his back, and into his hard attention. He relished the naked thickness and light cinnamon brown skin beneath his black boot. He giggled like a little girl and spat on her some more, and pretended to be bashful at receiving such a present.

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