Dumb Eddy

DUMB EDDY By wordytom Back in the 1940s I do believe up near the Panhandle of Oklahoma there are more dumb things happen than any other place on God's green Earth. Railroad executives named new towns after their ugly daughters, high school principals knocked their own students up and tried to blame it on God or the moon or some poor tramp that came wandering through town at the wrong time. Sometimes schoolteachers got knocked up by their sixth grade students who were fifteen or so years old. Then there were pregnancies happened because one or both participants got bored and they had nothing better to do. However I believe Eddie Stover should have to take a bow as being in a class all by himself. The year was 1947 and thirty year old Eddie worked on the Sorrel Farm out near Fairview. Missus Sorrel was no prize beauty; let that be said up front. She was about thirty years old her own self and a little on the dumpy side. She was sloppy dressed in the best of times and usually very unkempt. But to Eddie she was beauty incarnate. When she walked out to the hen house to gather the eggs Eddie watched every movement her fat ass made as she waddled slowly across the yard. He imagined what it would be like to take that thin dress off her and just plain fuck her in the front yard. When she went out to the barn to give the rations of oats to the milk cows he wanted to take her and fuck her in the straw in the back of the barn. There was not two ways about it Eddie was deeply in love; but he wanted to be deep in Missus Sorrel even more. Of course the strong attraction Eddie felt toward her did not go unnoticed by either of the Sorrels. "I'd fire that dumb son of a bitch in a minute if I could find someone to replace him. But a good all round hand is hard to find," was Jim Sorrel's attitude. The good of the farm came first above all else. Also Jim was almost fifty years old and never had much interest in his fat and much younger wife. They had been married ten years and he usually put out the effort to have sex maybe once a month at the most. Sometimes he missed a few months and never thought a thing about it. The farm was his passion not his wife. Essie Sorrel on the other hand liked the thought that someone found her attractive and even desirable yet. Her husband sure as hell didn't anymore. Not that he ever did all that much. Just maybe when the old son of a bitch is out somewhere she just might let ol' Eddie have a little taste of what he wanted so bad. Reluctantly she decided no there would only be trouble if she followed through on that line of thinking. After all look what happened over at the Cavanaughs' place last year when Charley Cavanaugh stopped humpin' his colored help and then started on his very own daughter. That sure turned out to be a pot that just wouldn't stop boiling over. No she decided it would be better just leave well enough alone. But it sure would be nice to get a good hosin' some time. It had been so dammed long since her old man wanted any bad enough to put out some extra effort. Hell she got more peter from her two cousins when she was growing up than she ever got from that God damned Jim. There weren't any kids to get in the way and come walking in at the wrong time. Damnation. Essie was horny and wanted to get laid. Then she shook herself and put such thoughts out of her mind. She didn't need the grief such a thing would probably cause her if she started getting' a little on the side. But dammit it surely would be nice to get some. The problem with Eddie was he could not shake himself the idea of nailing the boss's wife. He just couldn't seem to put such thoughts out of his mind. Finally the day came when he entered the house through the back door and saw her bent over the kitchen table rolling out the dough to make the pies for the week. A good portion of her ass was showing so Eddie opened his fly took out his tool and walked up behind her and slipped it in. Essie was so shocked by the intrusion she was literally rooted to the spot. After a while it started to feel pretty good and she just naturally backed up hard against her new lover and he started pumping harder and harder until he exploded inside her. Eddie started to breath hard from all that exertion. Then he decided it felt so good the first time he might as well go for number two. After a little rubbing against her bare back side he began again and got another hard on and began to work up a second head of steam. Without warning he felt Jim Sorrell grab him by the straps of his bib overalls and jerk him away. Then Jim grabbed his overall bib in one hand and started to beat the shit out of him with the other work-hardened hand doubled into a fist. "Goddamit but you have to be the dumbest son of a bitch alive." He hit him one last time and said "Now get out to the barn and finish shovelin' the shit outa th' stalls. Now git." "He come up on me real sudden like" Essie told her husband. "Yah and I saw how hard you was strugglin' to get away" he answered her. "Well I was surprised and was tryin' to collect my thoughts" she answered primly. "You don't think I wanted him to do that do you?" He ignored her question. "I'd fire that son of a bitch in a Yankee second if there was another good hand to be had around here that was worth a shit. But I guess I'm stuck with him. But I better go lay the law down to him right hard." He spun on his heel and went out to the barn to talk to Eddie. Essie went back to her pie dough still feeling the remnants of her encounter with Eddie trickle down her legs. Not given too much to deep thought she decided that her encounter with Eddie wasn't too bad. She smiled to herself and finished making the pies. Jim walked up to Eddie out in the barn and hauled off and hit him between the eyes as hard as he could. Eddie went down and was out for the count. Jim sat and waited for his hired hand to come to. "Now you stupid son of a bitch any time I catch you fuckin' my old lady I'm goin' to beat the living shit out of you again. You think you can get that through your numb headed skull? "Does that mean I ain't fired Boss?" he asked. "If I could find another half way decent hand to replace you I'd get your sorry ass out of here in a wink. Now get back to work." He left to do his own chores. So Eddie did his chores and decided that a beating was too much of a price to pay for a fuck. That god damned Jim Sorrel hit hard. He finished cleaning the shit out of the stalls and went on to do the next job. That evening supper was served as usual. It was as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened that day. Then a week later Eddie followed Essie out to the hen house and nailed her again as she was bent over to gather eggs. She backed up against him and they finished off with no interruptions. That was so good that they had another session the next day and the next. It seemed that Eddie was the original gusher. No matter how much he got he wanted more the next day. There were two weeks of daily humping before disaster struck again. Eddie was naked on the kitchen floor with Essie really going hard when Jim walked in on them. He grabbed a cast iron skillet off the kitchen range and laid Eddie out cold. He swung the heavy skillet and connected with Eddie's head. There was a metallic "clung" noise and Eddie dropped over onto his side and lay there still as death. "I suppose he came at you from the back this time" Jim said to his wife sarcastically. "No actually he come at me from the front." She answered. "When he comes to tell him to get th' cows in and do all the milkin' his own self" Jim ordered and started to leave. "What if you killed him?" she asked. "I guess bury him. But I don't think a little love tap will kill him; he's too fuckin' hard headed." He continued on out and went to the work area in the tack room to mend harness. Still naked Essie threw water over Eddie's head and face. He moaned and started to sit up. Bleary eyed he looked around to reorient himself and saw Essie was still naked. Weakly he staggered over to her and drew her down on the floor and finished what Jim had interrupted. Slowly he got to his feet and still barely conscious staggered out to get the cows after Essie told him Jim's message. I guess Jim was right about him gettin' hit in the head she decided and pulled her old dress back on. She started supper and had it ready when the men came in to eat. Nobody said anything about the interrupted sex or the hit on the head. The next day Eddie had her sit on the edge of the table and took her in the kitchen. It was so good they did it again the next day and the day after. By now Eddie tried to be more careful. His luck held for three more weeks. Then he was caught again. This time Jim came up behind Eddie fucking Essie and drew back his foot and kicked him in the nuts. Eddie's round moon face contorted into total agony. His cheeks puffed out and his eyes crossed. He sat heavily on the floor and said "Oooh. Ooof." Then he just sat there in total agony incapable of making any sound. Essie let her dress fall and went out to gather eggs. Jim decided not to kick his balls any more; he might as well fire him. Then he got a brainstorm. "You worthless dumb son of a bitch every time I catch you fuckin' my wife I'm goin to dock you one week of pay. You get that and a beating." That was a little over five years ago. Eddie always walked around with a black eye or a big lump on his head. It's been four years since he had any pay coming and he still stuck around. Jim got free help and someone to hit when he wanted to. Essie got more sex than she ever thought possible. And Eddie? Well Eddie got laid a lot and the hell knocked out of him all the time. I asked him once when I saw him in town "By God Eddie, wouldn't it be better to go get a whore every now and then instead of all this trouble?" "Yup" he answered. "Well then why don't you?" I asked him. "I cain't I'm broke. I ain't been paid in over four years" was his answer... A year after I talked to Eddie the funeral was held for James Sorrell. Somehow he fell off the roof of the barn. Nobody could figure out how a man as sure footed as old Jim surely was could fall off a barn roof at the only point where he might land on concrete. Also the undertaker wondered why he had what looked like rope burns on his wrists. A few people wondered aloud. But nobody ever really liked Jim Sorrell so nothing ever came of it. Anyway Eddie moved into the boss's bedroom with the boss's wife Essie. A week after the death of her husband it turned out that Essie was seven months pregnant. The baby looks suspiciously like Eddie, more and more every day. Essie is pregnant again. I guess maybe Eddie wasn't so stupid after all just slow to react. 5523 1.45/512345