Jimmy Murphy was a pain in the ass. There was no denying it.
Now in his 80's, he could no longer take care of himself and required a full-time in-home healthcare nurse. He drank and ate too much when he was younger and developed diabetes, resulting in the loss of one of his legs, hardened arteries, vision issues and increased problems with his liver.
On top of everything else, he was racist and a complainer. No one, including his family, wanted much to do with him.
Despite the fragility of age, he was a large man -- well over 260 pounds and when he could stand on his own two feet, he was over six foot tall. He had a difficult life, losing his wife of over thirty years and was now alone. The only family he still had in the area was his daughter, Penny, and her two sons.
Penny was forty-eight years old and a widow. Her husband Michael was a police officer and killed in the line of duty two years earlier leaving Penny and the boys to take care of her long-suffering father and all his problems. Penny's sons were grown and no longer lived in the house -- both had good jobs and families, so it made sense to have Penny's father live with her.
She was a petite, slender woman with light brown hair that reached her collar, smallish breasts and a little yoga ass that would make women half her age jealous. She owned her own accounting firm with a few employees and took care of several small businesses in the area while offering tax services during that season.
She was shrewd and ran the business well -- It afforded her the ability to spend time away from the job whenever she could get away -- she had her passions -- 5 and 10K races, marathons and biking. Running and biking were her release.
Since Michael passed, Penny threw herself into the job and despite the urging of friends, didn't feel right about dating again.
Her solitary life was simple and uncomplicated, but it had its disadvantages. She and Michael had a good marriage and a vibrant and active sex life, and she missed the physicality of it. For months after his passing, she couldn't sleep in their marital bed. It seemed too large, the house too quiet. "Empty Nester" took on a whole new meaning for her.
She slept on the couch for those beginning weeks and months and took solace in her wine to help her get to a point where she could relax.
After her girlfriends failed to get her to start dating again, they talked her into at least getting a BOB (Battery Operated Boyfriend). It all started one night when three of them were over playing cards, drinking wine and complaining about their husbands.
Her girlfriend Carla said, "When Brian and I got married, he was AMAZING in bed...Big dick, talented tongue...he made me cum every time we got together. Now he's got a big belly, and I can't even see that dick anymore and all he uses his tongue for is to brag about how many shots he can do without passing out when he's out with the boys!"
Penny felt her face burn. She remembered how talented Michael was orally; he would bury his face into her pussy so hard and deep that she would scream when she came. He knew how to make love to her and when she just needed to be FUCKED. There was a huge difference between the two to them - there were times when Penny wanted it rough, fast and deep - it made her blush thinking about it but to his credit, Michael understood, and they would rut like two animals.
She was still deep in thought, remembering his skills and didn't notice Carla waving her phone in her face. She glanced down at the screen and saw that Carla had pulled up the Adam and Eve website and was showing her the "toy" section.
Penny gasped...On the screen were literally dozens of vibrators and dildos in every size, shape and color. Some were tiny and slender, and others looked like a construction Thermos! They were all the colors of the rainbow, but her eyes gravitated toward the big "lifelike" dildos with veins and balls.
"Oh, my God, Carla...you little perv!" She cried.
Carla burst out laughing.
"You want to see the one I bought?" she whispered.
The other two girls quickly gathered around Carla's phone as she scrolled to the orders section. When she clicked on the orders, a large black dildo that had to be at least nine inches long and thick as Penny's wrist appeared on the screen. All the girls howled at once!
One of them screamed..." CARLA!!! -- Oh my God! Tell me you didn't buy that!"
Carla smirked and said, "Ladies, this big boy saved my marriage! Every time Brian and I would have a fight, I'd retreat to the bedroom and stuff myself with this black cock until I came so hard that I passed out! One time I was so out of it, Brian walked in and saw it sticking out of me and I was snoring...!"
The ladies all started giggling.
Penny said, "Oh, my God, Carla...how did you explain that?"
Carla said, "I woke up when Brian came in -- he was white as a ghost staring between my legs and just turned and walked out of the room. I thought I was in big trouble, but he NEVER mentioned it again and we have never talked about it. So, he knows I have it and that he's got some competition. I think it was a wake-up call for him, because he's become much more attentive since that day. I still use it from time to time but there's nothing like the real thing to make a girl feel wanted!"
Penny just shook her head and said she could never try anything like that. The girls teased her, reminding her the last time she had a dick was when Michael was alive and that her pussy was going to dry up from lack of use.
She said, "Okay, okay -- I'll entertain you idiots, but there's no way I'm sticking something that size into myself...I would be able to walk the next day!"
They finally settled on a "respectable" vibrator that reminded her of Michael and Carla bought it for her.
"You'll thank me for not letting your womb dry up, Penny!" she kidded her.
Penny felt silly using it -- she and Michael had never needed "toys" to achieve orgasm but soon got over the shame and guilt of it and learned that a good orgasm, no matter where it originated, was the best remedy for a good night's sleep.
Experimentation with the vibrator became an obsession and she found herself using it not only to help her sleep, but in any stressful situation. The one she picked from the Adam and Eve on-line catalogue most resembled Michael's penis, fairly long, but slender and pale white. She debated the idea of trying something bigger or at least thicker, but the guilt of even buying it went against her Catholic tendencies. She was sure no one would fault her for the purchase, but she didn't want to become dependent on the little bit of technology.
