DEAR DIARY
I shouldn't have done it, but I did. I mean, of all the things in our house that meant anything, privacy was about number one. I could try and rationalize that it was partly her fault, after all she had called me and sent me into her bedroom after her school notes; but I knew better, it was not something I should have done.
When I had finished forwarding the notes from her laptop to her phone, I had turned to leave. That was when I saw the book laying on her half made bed.
It was face down, and the name Crystal was across the cover with small star stickers around it. It looked a bit childish for a nineteen year old; and I guess that was what first drew my attention.
Once I picked it up, I knew instantly what it was; it was her journal; or more appropriately her diary. I should have put it back down on the bed, but I didn't.
When I flipped to the first page, I saw the date was four years ago; that would explain the girlish name and stars on the cover; the spangles of a fifteen year old girl.
It was a small three ring binder, which is partly why it never occurred to me it was a diary; my first thought was it was something for school. Oh I had heard of diaries, you know those special hidden places girls write all their loves and pains. Crystal's bordered on almost obsessive.
There were small clear jacket inserts where she had inserted her school picture each year. It was a shock to flip through the years and watch her grow up in my hands.
I found a flower petal she had saved from her prom corsage; and even a badly written love note from some ten year old boy in her class. I think the thought that this was Crystal's nineteen years of life encapsulated into a book fascinated me.
I laughed at her comments about boys as a young girl; I smiled as she proudly spoke of her soccer and basketball victories as a teenager. I almost cried at her pain as she watched the cancer take her grandmother and how at sixteen that had motivated her towards nursing school.
I admit, her entry about losing her virginity at seventeen didn't thrill me; but I had a morbid joy when she wrote that it wasn't everything she had imagined.
I flipped it back to today's entry and was about to set it back on the bed when one of the paragraphs caught my attention.
'I saw it again today, God's its huge. I still don't know how a woman would fit that thing inside her. He didn't stroke it this time, I wish he had; I love watching him cum.'
I felt anger, and yes jealousy, rise in my throat like bile. Who the hell was showing my little girl his cock; I mean when you read that you KNOW what she is talking about.
She had mentioned she had seen it again; that meant she had seen it before today's entry. I started flipping back on the entries, trying to speed read. I found the entry; it was about six months just before school had released.
Like I said; I shouldn't have picked that book up, and I definitely should not have been reading her diary. I knew it the moment I read her entry.
'March 16th'
'I saw it. I mean I REALLY saw it. I had forgotten my hair tie and figured I would just slip in the bathroom while he showered. God it's HUGE. Tommy was nowhere near that big.'
Tommy, who the hell was Tommy, and then it, hit me, Tommy had been a boy Crystal had dated last spring. He had seemed like a nice enough kid, but Crystal had broken it off for one reason or another during the summer.
I flipped through the pages again, and found her next entry.
'April 10th'
'I snuck in the bathroom; I had to see it again. God he was stroking it this time; I thought I was going to pee myself. Watched him cum, it was awesome. He has a huge load, not like Tommy's little dribble.'
Two more entries later and it began to dawn on my slow brain, exactly who it was Crystal was watching. My suspicions were confirmed when I hit her entry for July.
'July 5th'
'I broke it off with Tommy at the fireworks yesterday. I can't do it anymore. Every time I look at him I see Dad's cock. I keep seeing that thick pole, that massive load. God I need a dildo.'
I don't know what hit me more; the fact my daughter was being a voyeur for me; or that at that moment I had the hugest raging hard on I could remember in years.
'August 3rd'
'I got my dildo from Amazon today. I waited until his shower, and then watched him. I love when he grunts just before he blows. I have to be careful, almost got caught. When he came I think I moaned. When he was done I fucked myself silly with that plastic cock.'
I gently set the book back down on the bed in its original position. As I turned to leave a picture on her dresser caught my eye. I walked over and stared at the photo. We had been to Cancun; and gotten our picture taken on the beach.
Two things struck me as I stared at the picture; the first was that I really didn't look bad for a guy who had just hit his fortieth birthday. The other thought was, who was the hottie hanging on my arm?
Crystal's mother hadn't been in the picture since she was a year old. Maybe it was post-partum depression, or just that at twenty she wasn't ready to be a mom and wife. For whatever reason, I came home from work and had found half our closet empty and a piece of paper on the kitchen table just saying she couldn't take it anymore.
Being only one it had made things easier with Crystal, at least I didn't have to explain. We never heard from Mindy again; she literally just vanished. As she got older Crystal asked the usual questions, but we had a loving and open home so she quickly matured and seemed to settle into being an only child of a single dad.
How do I describe Crystal? I could say the normal of about five foot six inches and about a hundred and forty pounds; but that wouldn't give the right mental picture. All through high school Crystal had been in soccer, basketball, cross country; you name it. Even after school she took a job at a local fitness place for the summer, spending her free hours working out after her job. So, you have to understand body size isn't everything. Crystal had that lean, toned muscular body that screamed fitness. Her arm wrapped around me had well defined biceps; and her thighs showed the toned muscles of an athlete.
Now add a pair of 36D's and natural platinum blonde hair and you get the idea. I stared at those tits mashed against my arm in the photo and wondered if I had been brain dead when the picture was taken that I hadn't noticed.
They were encased in a dark blue bikini top, and the tops of her breasts just spilled out of the small cloth. I thought I had been hard with her diary; God I damn near came in my jeans just looking at that picture.
When had my little girl grown up? That was NOT a child standing next to me; that was about one of the hottest women I had ever seen; and I had NEVER seen, until now.
I don't know what possessed me, maybe it was the journal, or maybe it was the photo; either way I reached out and pulled open the top drawer of her dresser.
I stared at the thongs and filmy panties that lined the inside, but my eyes riveted on the thick plastic toy that lay nestled behind them. Reaching out I slowly pick it up; yeah it had to be about eight inches long, and thick.
I held it against the bulge in my shorts and was shocked to see that they were about the same size. God, she had bought a dildo that matched her father; and she was fucking herself with it...while she thought of what?
I returned the toy to its home, and without looking back headed out of Crystal's bedroom. For the rest of the afternoon and evening my brain held an internal war; one I had never experienced before; and was not equipped to deal with.
I had taken care of my daughter all her life, which meant for nineteen years I had basically put myself on the back burner. That isn't to say I didn't have sex; I did. But I would say at best it had been once every month or two.
My current dry spell had been for almost two months. Now, take a male who hasn't had sex in two months; who just got the eye opener of his life; and let a woman walk through his door wearing tight spandex shorts that just molded to the cheeks of her ass; coupled with a tank top that stretched around two perfectly formed breasts; oh and add to it was more than evident she was not wearing a bra.
You know what you get? Perpetual horniness for about three hours is what you get. By eight that evening I couldn't endure anymore. Crystal was stretched out on the couch reading a text book, and my eyes kept gravitating to those twin hard nipples staring back at me; or that tight camel toe just barely hidden between her thighs.
I did what any red blooded male would do; I headed for the shower. I was standing under the warm spray, facing the shower head; and yeas y hand was gripping my fat hard dick. Images of that picture burned in my brain as I slowly jerked my cock. The fact it was my daughter, I buried under the incessant need in my balls.
I think because of the journal I was a little more attentive this time. I thought I heard the soft protest of the door hinge as it was opened; it was confirmed when I felt a slight drop of the temperature in the bathroom as the cool air of the hallway slipped in.
Out of the corner of my eye I caught Crystal's shadow as she slipped inside and quietly sat on the toilet. The diary, the picture; even the dildo all collided in my brain. Slowly, without looking up, I rotated my body.
