Logan O'Dell Rides
Copyright© 2026 by Writer Mick
Chapter 10
Western Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Logan O'Dell was cut loose at a young age in the late 1880's. This is a portion of his story
Caution: This Western Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Western Cream Pie First Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Prostitution
Did that mean that Melinda was mine? Is that what I was accepting?
Wait just a minute. Who was I to worry about someone coming and claiming Melinda. I had no more claim on her than I’d had on Darlene. If anything, Melinda had made a claim on me or rather on my cock. My cock. I had no idea it was so special. No one had ever seen me naked except for Melinda, Missus, and a mess of Kiowa. And only Missus and Melinda had ever touched it with no intent to hurt it.
As I got closer to the house and Melinda, I could see that huge smile I’d only seen her produce when she was near me. I understood that. Darlene and some of the single women at the church socials had that expression when I was around. I’d finally figured out that it meant they were attracted to me. Melinda and Missus both made that expression when they saw my cock.
It was confusing. What did my cock have to do with me, other than it apparently attracted women and it was attached to me. I recalled that perhaps I’d made the same face at Darlene. I was attracted to her, she looked at me the same way, but she fucked others so what did that look really mean?
I was now close to the house and Missus and Melinda were embracing on the porch. Being so close together, I could now see the similar likeness of the sisters. Both had midnight black hair, both were as tall as me. Both had very large teats and asses that made me look at my hands to imagine how each cheek would fit. The walked around the porch and their hips moved the same way.
Mister came out of the house and hugged his wife and then Melinda both women returned the hug, but Missus held theirs a lot longer. They went into the house and made no attempt to invite me in so I stopped and found myself walking and thinking in circles in the yard.
It was getting hotter so I headed for the cookhouse to get a drink of cool water. I was thinking that I should just pour a few ladles full of the cool water over my head. Melinda never said she was coming to see me. She said to tell Missus that she’d be out in a few days and then she and Missus and I would have a talk. I drank the cool water and looked in the kitchen where Cookie was doing what he did best, oblivious to me being there.
I put the ladle back in the water can and I heard Cookies voice.
“Put the lid back on the can!”
“Yes sir!”
So much for oblivious. He knew as much of what was going on in his kitchen as the pinto knew about his range. I replaced the can’s lid and walked out to the bellow of Mister.
“Logan! Come over here!”
I trotted over to the house’s back porch where Mister waited for me. I slowed to a walk a few steps before the porch so when I arrived all I did was step up on the first step.
“Yes sir.”
“Logan the women want to have a word with you. I don’t know about what. They wouldn’t let me in on the secret. After you’re done, come and see me if you need to talk. OK?”
“I guess so. Where are they?”
“Sitting in the den. If I can give you some advice, don’t sit between them if you can help it. They might ask you to sit on the couch and that will put you next to Melinda with Missus in the big chair. If you can grab the big chair it might give you some protection from what they want from you.”
“Great. Maybe I should just jump on the pinto and head for the hills.”
“Don’t you dare! That would mean that they’d be on me. Sorry Logan but it would appear that you need to take one for the brand.”
“OK, Boss.”
“I’ll see you later.”
I nodded and opened the back door to the main house. Removing my gun belt, I hung it on a peg by the door. All was quiet, like it is just before a nest of rattlers begin shaking their tails. I headed towards the front of the house and then turned towards the den.
“Hello Logan,” Melinda said.
“Hello Melinda. Missus.”
I looked around the room and both of the ladies were standing. I made a beeline for the big easy chair and sat before they said anything. The two sisters looked at each other and Melinda took a seat on the couch.
“Logan, don’t you want to sit next to Melinda?” Her sister asked.
“I think I’d rather sit where I can see both of you.”
“Do you think we’re a couple of Kiowa?”
“I guess not but that doesn’t mean that you can’t be as sneaky as a couple of Indians. And I don’t mean to be rude but I’m just taking the advice of Mister,”
“Oh really? I’ll have to have a talk with him.”
“Missus, please. He was looking out for me. Don’t get angry because a couple of men get together for protection.”
“Protection? From a couple of...”
“A couple of sisters,” I interrupted, “who, I believe, are getting ready to drop a big surprise on me.”
The two women looked at each other and nodded with a smile. Missus sat next her sister on the couch. After a few seconds everyone was settled and Missus spoke.
“Logan, what do you know about the relationship between me and Mister?”
“Other than you’re married? Just the bunkhouse gossip.”
“Which gossips?”
“That you and Mister can’t have children and you wanted them badly. That’s why you support the orphanage and the kids who live there. Some of the men think that Missus has permission to mess with men outside the marriage because you grab every new man by the cock.”
“OK! Stop right there. I DO NOT mess around with other men. Mister is all I need. As to the orphanage, it’s true that Mister and I can’t have children and that brings us to you, Logan.”
I swallowed and looked at the two women. Why did I feel like a baby goat between a couple of pumas?
“What about me?”
“Logan, I want to have a baby by you,” Melinda said.
I coughed and my eyes blinked uncontrollably many times. The two women gave no indication that this was a joke. I waited for one of them to start smiling or laughing but to no avail.
“Why?”
What other question could I possibly have?
“Logan, Mister and I can’t have children.”
“Right. So how does me and Melinda solve that problem?”
“Mister and I will raise it like it’s ours,” Missus said calmly.
“You mean, Melinda, that you will have a baby and give it away to Missus?”
“Yes.”
“Are you crazy?”
“What do you mean, Logan?”
“You’re gonna carry a baby for nine months and then just give it away?”
“Well, not really. Missus will have the child here on the ranch and will treat it like it’s hers. I’ll be seeing it and be Aunt Melinda.”
“And what about the father? Do you think he’ll be able to see the child and not want to be involved?”
“Yes, Logan. That’s why I want the father to be you.”
I looked at the two women.
“My mother and father died in a fire. I never got to say good bye. The Quincannons were like parents to me but I had to leave them because of Darlene. I don’t know that I could be the one that left a child without its father.”
“Mister will be its father, Logan.”
“Hell no! Not with my child. What the hell are you people thinking?”
“Logan, this is something Missus and I have been thinking of for years. We never knew a man good enough except for Mister. But he can’t make babies since his accident. So, we put the plan on the shelf and she focused on the ranch.”
“And Melinda, just spent all her time running her place. Then you show up mostly naked, ant eaten, sun burnt, on a Kiowa pinto with a spear and you kill one of the big bad men in the territory. You take your place here on the Square T and fit right in.”
“Then you grabbed my cock.”
“Yeah, and as soon as I did I knew you at least had a chance at being what we were looking for. At the worst you would fill up my sister and maybe make her happy for a time.”
“And you have,” Melinda said. “And now I’m hoping that you’ll be making me happy for a good long time.”
I sat there and looked at the two women who just went stone silent. We sat there for the longest time, not saying a word. Finally, I had to say something.
“So, if that’s all, I’ll be getting back to work.
Melinda looked at Missus and dropped her head. Missus looked at me with an almost pitiful look on her face.
“Logan, what if you and my sister had a baby. Would that be OK?”
“What? I don’t think I follow.”
“Would you be alright if you and Melinda had a baby and she kept it and raised it?” Missus posed.
“I don’t know. I mean I always thought people had to be married or in love ... Or at least deeply interested in each other.”
“And you’re not?”
“I’m not what? Married? No!”
“And you’re not in love with my sister?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t known her that long. I know more about her body than I know about her.”
“OK. So maybe you are deeply interested in her?” Missus pressed on.
“Missy, stop! Don’t force him into this,” Melinda said forcibly.
“Missy?” I asked, surprised.
“That’s my name. Well, Melissa,” Missus said. “And don’t you tell anybody!”
“No, ma’am.”
“Anyway, might you be at least interested?”
“Look, I was sitting around, minding my own business when I found out my girlfriend was getting married to the father of her baby. I didn’t know she was fucking because she never fucked me. Hell, Missus, you’ve gone farther than Darlene ever did.”
“That’s true, Missus. Darlene said that she’s never seen his cock. She had no idea.”
“Well, all that’s beside the point. Logan O’Dell, would you have a baby with Melinda?”
“NO!”
“Then we might have another problem, Logan,” Melinda said quietly. “We’ve had sex a lot and I haven’t used any sort of protection. I’ve not cleaned myself out or used any French safeties.”
“What does that mean?”
“Those are things that sportin’ girls do to make sure they don’t get pregnant all the time. I haven’t used any of them with you. I might already have your baby inside me.”
“Or maybe it’s like Darlene and the baby is someone else’s. And you want me to be responsible.”
“No, Logan. Since there aren’t any men around who are big enough to make me feel them, I haven’t been with any men except you since my last monthly. You do know what monthlies are, don’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“So, in a few days my next monthly is due. If I miss it, I’ll wait until I miss the next one and then I’ll know.”
I sat there in silence. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to think. Being the sire of a child had never been something I’d ever considered. Not even with Darlene. We’d never gotten that far in our talks. Now what? If I didn’t want to be a part of this would I have to move on again? But could I leave a son or daughter behind?
“Wonderful,” I finally said quietly, before I stood and headed for the front door.
“Logan!” Melinda called out.
I kept walking. My brain was not thinking. I walked. I really didn’t know where I was walking to until I smacked into the corral railing. I looked around like I expected to hear people laughing. No one noticed. I corrected my direction and headed for the bunkhouse. As I walked along the corral fence the pinto came running over thinking we were going somewhere.
I walked and he walked. I stopped and he stopped. I looked at him and he lifted his head over the fence and placed it on my shoulder.
“Boy, how do you do it?”
He sniffed and blew a little.
“How do you handle being a father? I know you aren’t a father yet. You’ve got almost a year before the mares start foaling. Hell, I might beat you to the punch. Go on, take care of them. I gotta lay down and think.”
He blew loudly and whinnied before running off, jumping, and kicking. Then he jumped over the corral railing and was gone towards his mares.
I lay down in my bunk and wondered about life. It was like a slow-moving wild river. It went whichever way it went. It didn’t care. Fast, slow, straight, meandering. It just went. Life was like that. Now sometimes a fella could drop a big old rock in it and change the direction a little but if it was wanting to go that a way, by God it was going to go that a way.
Silvy.
I needed to talk to Silvy. She fucked lots of men and didn’t have any babies. Not that I knew of. What if she did and didn’t want anyone to know. What would Clete do? How do you ask another man’s woman about having babies?
Damn!
“Well, what did he say?” Mister asked.
“Nothing,” Missus said. “He sort of went quiet and walked out of the house. Melinda and I both yelled for him to come back but he just kept walking like he didn’t hear us.”
“The kid is probably in shock. Hell, he’s only, what? Twenty-one or twenty-two and he was never with a woman until Melinda got hold of him. He probably never even thought of babies. What did he say when you asked him about us?”
“We never got that far.”
“I’ll go and talk to him.”
“What are you gonna say? If you don’t want to make a baby with Melinda, what about with Missus? He’ll go riding off on that Pinto of his and we won’t see him again.”
“I don’t have to mention that part of the plan. Let me see what he’s thinking about.”
“OK. I love you, Mister.”
“I love you, Missus.”
The two kissed and Mister left the house to look for Logan. First he went to the cookhouse but Cookie hadn’t seen him. He went to the barn and on the way saw the pinto running around with his mares. If the stallion was still here then so was Logan. He checked in the barn to no avail and then headed for the bunkhouse. When he opened the door he saw Logan in the first bunk.
The men who had ridden for the brand the longest had moved towards the far end of the bunkhouse over their time here. Logan had reached a level of respect among the hands that he could move way back in the bunkhouse if he wanted but he stayed near the door. Mister wondered if that was because he knew he was only going to ride for the Square T a short time.
He looked around the building he’d built so long ago. He never figured he would need anything so big. He figure that he’d need two or three hands at best. Now he was up to a dozen riders and Blue, to drive the chuck wagon, and Cookie, to feed everyone, and now Silvy to live with Clete, his Segundo.
“Logan? You awake?”
I stirred. I wasn’t fully asleep. What was Mister gonna pile on? I couldn’t pretend to be asleep so I said, “Sorta half.”
“I’d like to talk to you about the women folk.”
“Have you come to realize that they’re both crazy as a goat on loco weed?”
“No. More like desperate, really.”
I rolled over and looked up at the man that made me look like a child. He was a giant. Fully four or five inches taller than my own six-three. He had to weigh twice what I did. It seemed that Missus was the right size for him. She was as tall as Melinda and Melinda almost looked me eye to eye.
“I’m just really surprised. The last thing in the world I ever thought of was a woman asking me to give them a baby so they could give it away. The only thing that would make it crazier would be for Missus to ask me to give her a baby because of your accident.”
Mister straightened up and his look got serious.
“What do you know about that?”
“Most of the older hands know that you had a bad fall and it caused you to not have children. They also know that you and Missus keep the kids from the orphanage working out here because you wanted kids so bad. I’m sorry of that’s something we ain’t supposed to know or talk about.”