The Curves Of The Wonders

Santa, was a girl of short stature and extremely long hair, quite capricious and flirtatious, but with very few resources... one of those with a penetrating look and caramel-colored eyes, that envelop you with her smile and her velvet touches with her fingers, wrinkled hands because Santa was a hard worker, but she was only a saint in name only.

She used to visit friends, and whenever she approached their houses, with the motives of deceitful visits, she always took out her seductive claws and got down to work! Her work consisted of asking them for money for different reasons, which always had an affinity with the illness of a family member or some problem that afflicted Santa.

Between one of those friendly encounters, which ended up in the bedroom, Santa, paid a visit to her school friend Serro, Serro was the one who made her a woman, when she was 12 years old, since then Santa was already making use of her bodily endowments (her buttocks), which in those times she let them be caressed by Serro, a boy who was shy, but who saw enough content for adults, and expressed his carnal desires, whispering in the ears of the girls moved like Santa, and took advantage of any occasion, to make the typical insinuations, of those that reveal the size of his viral member, through a touch in the bathroom, which could end in a few prayers of Santa, who got on his knees, and zigzagged with his head, while a liquid and viscous dairy-like liquid came out of his lips.

Serro could only scream Oh Santa! Oh Santa! Ohhhh BLESSED SANTA! While Santa was enjoying that act as if he was eating his favorite gourmet dish, but of course, with a lot of lactose included, in between fellatios, Santa began to feel a strange sensation in his stomach, which was spinning, it was a colic, what an uncomfortable moment! But it came suddenly, like a bullet that penetrated her back and connected with her abdomen, while she closed her eyes and performed oral sex, one of the richest that could be experienced in the last decades, but Serro, sensing that Santa was not feeling very comfortable, pulled her by the hair and told her that enough was enough. These were his words: It was good, Santica, it was too good!

-If this is how you take care of these matters, I can imagine how you will cook for me when you are my beloved wife, in 10 years or less....

On the other hand, Santa with a few laughs sprinkled with irony said to her:

-Not even in your worst nightmares would I be your wife, pay me, that's what you should do, I gave you a service, PAY ME! And DON'T EVEN THINK OF TELLING ME TO FUCK IN THE BATHROOM FOR THIS, you'll make me lower my rate. And I am a professional at my young age, and yes, Santa had seen that constant practice of prostitution in her mother, and at 13 years old she had already accumulated so many virile members in her mouth, that a chorus of the group Calle 13 was an understatement... It was repeated and repeated, in different sizes, flavors... and smells.

But that was not the end of the impudence of this misguided young girl, because on one occasion, she was caught while copying from another classmate in the math exam, wrong behavior that cost her dearly to her dignity as a woman, or little woman, because her punishment was to go to the principal, after being surprised by the teacher of that subject... Who pulling her by the left arm took Santa to one of her least favorite places, it was like going to the lion's den, she would face the worst version of a 60 year old man, an intellectual, with military knowledge, and frustrations since childhood that he unloaded on any girl of her age, the director Nostik, who gloated about having good words but very bad treatment towards his subordinates.

When Santa entered the principal's office, she became sad and kicked herself so that she would not be allowed to see the ruthless human being she knew to be the principal, since her friends and classmates told her that the girl who went to the principal's house to take some punishment or a talk ended up with her hair disheveled and with sad eyes, and in almost all cases, the students were told that they were changed to another school.

Knowing this, Santa was not very comfortable to say the least, but since the Math teacher, she had to continue with her next courses working, almost on her knees before him but convinced that he was her only obvious way out of the lion's den, and between tears and wailing, there disconsolate and frightened Santa, Santa had to speak with a trembling voice before the director Nostik, who only stared at her legs, and Santa had many gifts granted to her by nature, and her legs were one of her lethal weapons when it came to conquer some boy to lend her English or French homework...

Slowly Santa was approaching the indolent and merciless director, who was emanating from his hairy arms an enveloping but annoying smell, a typical stench of retired veterans, although Nostik had not reached the veteran status in the military, but in the seduction of females younger than him he had obtained a high rank... or at least that was what he gave the lustful teenage girls who feared him, like Santa, to understand.

He was caressing her hair with his right hand, while he was forcibly lowering her blouse succulently by the other end of his hand, taking advantage of Santa's epidermal softness, brushing her areolas, movements that provoked confused butterflies in Santa's abdomen. That girl was torn between the imperious desire she had for days to be touched by someone with the director's anuses and the repulsion she had for the person in front of her.

A lake of pleasure rested between Santa's pantyhose, and the "smell of sex" drifted up to the nose of the director, who was already getting an erection with such lovely white flesh in front of his sequins.

Santa, in spite of feeling pleasure felt discomfort at the same time, because she was terrified at the idea of such an individual with such bad manners approaching her....