The Japanese!

Hello, my dear Paula Bruna. How are you?
This is my friend 's latest short story .
How are you?
My name is Janaynna, I have Japanese eyes and 24 years old so my surname's Japinha but I am from Manaus.
I'm generally happy and live well with myself.
Mom and Dad would fight almost every day.
Every day the speeches got more aggressive, almost to the point where they actually came out.
There was talk of their separation, and I'm devastated by it all.
I loved very bad parents, but I loved my father a lot more and I don't know what would become of me if he left home especially when I heard that he was going to another state and never coming back.
When everything seemed to have no more solution and the separation was a fact consummated between them, Mom decided to take some time by spending a few months with my grandmother, taking advantage of that she wasn't well in health and Dad and I were left alone in that house.
Little by little I found out the reason for their terrible fights, and it was a lack of sex that left my father completely uncontrollable, furious and beside himself. But all because of menopause...
At the time when all this happened, Dad was still young - only 35 years old and Mom over 45.
This difference between them was never an obstacle to their love, but now it made a big difference and that's why Dad suffered.
Despite Dad's long time without a sketch, hungry for one and climbing the walls missing that gap so precious to men, he never betrayed Mommy. And in this time I lived alone with him at home,
One day I woke up extremely excited, I had dreamed all morning that a man was eating me, giving me a spanking which I have not yet experienced.
I couldn't remember who the man in my dream was, or the details of how he raped my little sketch and tortured me with his stick.
The fact is, I woke up with my face all drooling and the bottom of my panties completely soaked in cream and milk that she threw up on her underpants...
I had the skin of my body all shivered and felt my bones trembling from deep within, as I walked slowly through the house to make sure that Dad was already at work.
All because I hadn't taken a blow job in six months, ever since my boyfriend broke up with me and I hit rock bottom that morning.
After looking around the house and making sure that Dad had already gone to work, I went into the bathroom trying somehow to relieve myself by masturbating.
I was desperate, almost begging for relief.
I touched the tip of my little finger to my doodle on top of my pantyhose's tissue deep down, and it got all lumpy. And then I took it up into my nose...
So I thought to myself...
- I'm gonna take a nice, juicy bath in my little sketch and put that fire out... clean it up real good, get some really cute panties on, then call my ex-boyfriend and set me up for some hot fuck.
The only bathroom in the house had a problem with its lock. It's been there for years, and Dad never fixed it so we used to use it without closing the door...
I was out of my mind at that exact moment, without reasoning, simply giving vent to the uncontrolled desire which manipulated me and dictated orders within myself.
I was so consumed by my desire that the fear and caution of having to watch out for a bathroom door with no lock slipped away from me, and I threw myself headlong into it.
I sat on the edge of the hydro with one foot over the tub and the other firmly off-floor getting wide open while stroking my little sketch delicately free and loose with my thumbs up my panties.
My boiling little face was throbbing and pulsating wildly, foaming up that pure saliva of desire streaming from her lips.
Out of control and lost in my insane thoughts, where I saw myself suffering on a deliciously big, thick, hard prick. My groan echoed right back into that bathroom...
I lost track of time in that delightful moment. In fact, I'd never had such a good masturbation as this one without realizing my moans and cries echoed so loudly...
I was with my eyes closed almost joking when I opened my eyes and looked at the door and found my father standing there looking at me with a smile from the corner of his lips.
The surprise was so great that my fright paralyzed my whole body just as I stood with my hand on the sketch and one of my little fingers with his head inside it.
Dad walked quickly towards me while I was like a hypnotized statue, paralysed by his presence.
He stood right in front of me and caressed my face, then hurried to tell me affectionately...
Go on, pretend that Dad's not here.
But I couldn't move a muscle, blink or breathe right so much was the shame and fright that took me to see him there in front of me.
He came closer and closer to me almost leaning his mouth against mine in a kiss that I imagined would be inevitable, but he kept stimulating and encouraging.
- Caress that pretty little face, go! Go!! Caress until you laugh.. Do it for dad to see you enjoying yourself.
And with my eyes closed without the courage to face him I could feel his sweet breath and his lips caressing mine as he whispered these words.
As I felt the skin of his lips touch mine amidst that whisper, almost imperceptibly I opened my own slightly, surrendering and offering my mouth for a kiss while her mother rested on mine which was motionless over my little cheek as if protecting it and dad gently took away my hand and began to caress my xotinha's lips....
I don't know where my head was that allowed all this and then with my father..
I groaned and sobbed in a high-pitched scream as she touched my clitoris with her little finger, massaging it very gently.
My body twitched in a very quick movement like someone who gets scared and he laughed at my situation commenting..
- Our daughter is very needy, needs a blow job. She's not my little girl...
And my answer was in the form of a very sickening groan.
- Whoo!
I withdrew my hand from my little sketch in total submission to Daddy, giving myself up to him without any resistance at all, willing me to do whatever he wanted to do to me right then and there.
I didn't have the courage to open my eyes and look at his face, while he was deliciously masturbating my little finger... tearing me apart with screams and moans.
I even tried to imagine that it was my ex-boyfriend doing the thing, but I couldn't shut myself off from reality because it was just my dad playing with my little sketch.
He whispered obscenities which made me madder and more furious with desire to fuck a lot, but my mind condemned me for doing that thing with my father.
I shouted myself full of pleasure with that nervous little finger shaking my clitoris and went crazy when the tip of his fingertip lightly penetrated my sketch, making me twist my body from so much pleasure.
In front of my agony caused by his finger and after removing it from my little sketch, my eyes open and I see him smelling the fingers smeared with my salty secretion and putting them in his mouth and sucking all the honey, cleaning his thumb.
I watched Dad do it twice more, and then he gave me my little mouthful of the honey from my scratch.
I sucked his finger like it was the head of a very big, thick and hard prick.
Dad tried to pull his little finger out, but I sucked with all my strength and held it in my mouth. And so we played for a while as he pulled himself back and knelt before me who was still sitting on the edge of the hydro well legs wide open..
He kissed and smelled my little finger, then he stuck his tongue out and dragged it between her lower lips from the hole in me to my clitoris.
At that moment, I had a seizure and didn't know whether to scream or cry with pleasure.
Suddenly, my dad takes me in his arms and carries me up to the sink. He puts me on a chair with an open mouth so he can suck more of my pussy.
He fondles my cheek with great pleasure making me delirious of delight with that delicious suck..
I went into a tailspin with his mouth wedged in my little face and his tongue punching through my tiny hole going in and out, sliding between her lips.
I moaned, writhing and making faces.
My body was rotting with pleasure and my little sketch melting like butter in my father's mouth.
From that moment on I thought only of my own pleasure and it didn't matter if he was my father.
I'd look up and see my dad finishing, sucking on my pussy... giving me a pleasure that I never had.
I felt like pissing in his mouth and on his face. It was the same kind of hard-on I had at that moment, but I held it together.
He saw my despair and madness of pleasure. And that there was only one remedy to end the insanity...
Dad, with his extremely hard stick... positioned it towards the inside of my little baby's diaper and said:
Daddy's got a cure for dick freaks like you, darling.
The application at first was painful, I screamed with my huge head peeling the insides of my small and narrow sketch.
He would ask me to calm down, promising that soon I'd feel pleasure and have fun.
The stick went in very slowly and with a lot of difficulty until the end.
The back and forth began, and my happy little face retaliated by bathing the entire body of that massive torso with milk. It went in and out ferociously causing me a continuous sensation of pain and pleasure at once.
I stared at his face seeing the expression of pleasure as he pushed and punched that stick inside me.
I screamed and moaned a lot, I was overwhelmed with desire and pleasure. His dick gave me relief but at the same time tortured me so much that it drove me crazy.
The storms became increasingly violent and dry and very firm.
My body was thrown forcefully and violently against the mirror on the wall behind me.
That's how I enjoyed the screams and cries of pleasure on my father's delicious cock.
He intensified the strokes on my sketch, speeding up the movement and making me go completely out of control.
He looked like a machine doing full service without mistakes.
My face spat on his thick nerve my milk licking everything making a huge amount of fucking drip down the stick that my little face vomited.
While he was still mocking me I looked at my little sketch and saw his dick coming in and out of it all whitened with my cock, yet very firm and hard, completely lubricated sliding smoothly and delightfully.
My body was soft as if it had been beaten and I could only groan feeling the blows he kept giving me.
And yet I felt my body on fire, burning and wanting more.
What we experienced at that moment was so wonderful, but it had no explanation for the fact that I'm his daughter and he is my father. But this meant nothing in front of the hunger for sex which took over our bodies, uncontrolled desire, animal urge to fuck..
On my part, a desperate hunger for firecrackers and on my father's side an animalistic appetite for kisses. That is why we gave ourselves up to the point of living something so prohibited and insane that morning...
In the midst of all these pleasures that sex gave us, Dad took his dick out of my pussy and lay down on the bathroom floor and asked me with so much love and affection..
- Come here my little princess sit on your daddy's stick, come... bring that slice so I can eat very tasty back.. give it to me!
And I, possessed by the spirit of a mad whore so eager to give her away as if she were not even mine... obeyed without saying one word.
My response was to make sounds, moaning and screaming with pleasure at the very moment his dick raped me. And unconsciously moved by my animal instinct I would shout, wrestle and groan like a madwoman in her wonderful parakeet.
And Dad loved to make me his prey, his object of pleasure by fucking me like that.
I lay down on his body and felt as his dick quickly found my little slit and was entering again causing me so many sensations that I can't even describe now, but I closed my eyes and could only groan in front of something so sweet which besides pleasure gave me an indescribable happiness...
My body weighed on top of his, and he used it to suspend me until the tip of his dick was about to fall off. And let my weight slide over his torso...
I'd go up and down. And when he got tired, his dick kept hitting me...
I was on a very special day that soon enjoyed again in this position and he was very surprised to have made fun twice consecutively on his dick.
And once again my outrageous screams and cries of pleasure filled not only the bathroom where we were, but certainly all the house if heard my despair in the role of my father at the moment of my enjoyment..
And he would exclaim..
My little girl is having fun again, isn't she?
And my answers to that question were screaming.
This time my body could no longer go on because I was so tired, for Dad with his box had exhausted all of my energy and strength.
He noticed my weakness and he couldn't take it anymore either. And started to mock me inside too, filling all of my little mouth with his accumulated milk that poured out non-stop while he screamed beating hard and violently...
So that was too much for me and without realizing it I shouted the first word in the middle of this phenomenal joke..
I'm going to take a shower.
I stuttered while he shoved everything deep inside me, yelling at me like crazy.
We fell to the bathroom floor, gasping for breath and desperately seeking air.
There were no words exchanged between us after our terrible banter.
Suddenly I felt a great sense of shame for the act that I had just practiced with him and got up, went to my room and locked myself in there for almost five hours.