Logan O'Dell Rides
Copyright© 2026 by Writer Mick
Chapter 13
Western Sex Story: Chapter 13 - 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
“Are you going to invite me in?”
I was frozen in place by the extreme beauty of this raven-haired woman. My brain was addled like I’d been thrown off a wild horse and landed on my head. I shook my head to clear it and said, “Oh, sure. Please come in.”
I moved to the side and she came in. She brushed her hip against my slightly thickening cock as she passed. She smelled clean. I pointed to the chair in front of the desk, and I took the seat behind the desk. She sat close to the desk and lifted her two breasts in her hands and set them on the top of the desk. With her elbows planted outside her breast and set firmly my on the desktop, she looked at me and said, “When were you going to let me know you were in town?”
“As soon as I knew if I was going to be around. How did you know I was here?”
“Your horse.”
“My horse?”
“Yes, Logan. You tied him in front of the jail.”
“No I didn’t! I left him at the livery.”
“Think again, dear,” she said with a smile that told me she knew something I didn’t.
I sat up a little straighter and leaned to the side to look around her and out the window and there he was. Whistle had left the livery and wandered down the street to find me.
“Excuse me, Melinda,” I said as I stood and walked to the door.
Whistle was taking a drink at the trough as I walked out onto the boardwalk. I looked at him and he raised his head and shook it a bit. He had no saddle, no hackamore, nothing to show that he was other than a wild stallion. I thought that by now someone would have tried to rope him.
“And what are you doing here? I left you in the livery.”
He whinnied and lifted his head up and down a few times the way he did when he was being contrary. I was about to walk him back to the livery when I remembered that I had left Melinda inside.
“Did he just wander down here?” Melinda asked from the jail door as I turned to face her.
“Yeah,” I said. “He seems to have a few thoughts of his own sometimes.”
“Like when he took you home?”
“Yes, exactly like that,” I answered trying to sound grumpy as I threw him a look. “Excuse me, I’ll just walk him back to the livery.”
Whistle blew and shook his head, backing away from me.
“I don’t think he wants to go back,” Melinda said to me with a big grin.
“Yeah. I think he’s got a little hound in him. He follows me around like a pet. It’s kinda strange.”
“He likes you.”
“I guess,” I turned to the pinto and said, “I’m going inside to talk with Melinda. Are you going to stay here?”
Whistle actually nodded, and whinnied.
“Don’t go chasing any fillies,” I said as I patted the stallion’s neck.
He made a rough cough like he was telling me to follow my own advice as I turned back to Melinda and walked back into the jail.
“Now back to you. What can I do for you Melinda?” I asked very business-like as I pointed her to the chair.
She sat in the chair and lifted her teats up again and set them on the desk again. They were so big and wonderful.
“Are you the Sheriff?” she asked trying to sound as business-like as I had.
“Not yet. I’m waiting to hear from Doc.”
“Doc? What’s he got to do with it?” Her look was quizzical.
“If I take the job, I want to get a place to live and where I can raise horses. The pinto already has several mares carrying foals. I want to buy the mares from Mister and start a string of horses sired by the pinto. But if they’re all going to be ornery like Whistle that might not be a great idea.”
“Whistle? His name is Whistle?” she asked sounding amazed.
“Yeah.”
“Why in the world would you name him that?”
“I don’t know. He comes when I whistle. Seemed to fit.”
“So, what does Doc have to do with all this?”
“There is a small ranch that the bank owns. The owner was killed by the Bolts. The place is next to the Bolts place. What do you think will happen if the Bolts find out that the man who killed most of their sons owns the place next to them?”
“Oh hell.”
“Yeah. So, Doc is going to see if they can live with me living next door. If they can stay peaceable.”
“And when they find out he’s the Sheriff as well.”
“I hadn’t thought of that, but yeah that too. So, I’m waiting for Doc to come back from seeing them. Then I’ll know where I’m going to live.”
“You could live with me,” Melinda almost seemed to be begging.
“No, I couldn’t. Melinda, it wouldn’t look good for the Sheriff to be living in a brothel. And even worse to be living with the woman who runs it.”
“If you’re not the Sheriff, what then?”
“Then I guess I go back to the Square T and ride for the brand.”
“Logan, I love you,” Melinda suddenly blurted out.
I looked at the tall raven-haired beauty. She was so attractive. I remembered how smooth the skin of her back and stomach was when I traced shapes on her. I remembered how her lips felt when we kissed. I remembered how soft her teats were. Then I said the first thing on my mind.
“Melinda, to be honest with you, I don’t know if I’m in love with you. I don’t know that I know what it means to be in love with someone. I like you. A lot. I enjoyed being with you. I sometimes can’t get you out of my mind. Is that love or is it just like?”
“Logan, if it makes you feel better, I think about you all the time. I think about how big and hard and warm your cock is. But I also think of how soft your touch was when you ran your fingers down my back. I miss you and something down in my stomach aches that you’re not with me. I can accept your liking me until you understand love.”
“What if I end up loving someone else?”
“Like Darlene?”
“No,” I said immediately and adamantly. “I can’t imagine I’ll even get to like with her. I’ve just finally overcome hate.”
“You know she has strong feeling for you. She sees her life now, fucking man after man and knowing what she potentially had with you. She fucked every man in the last cattle drive, and she told me that after all of them she never had the feelings that she had from just holding your hand.”
“Well, that’s not my concern.”
“That concerns me, Logan. How can you know love if you’re still feeling such dislike. What you need is to be surrounded by love and let it grow into you.”
I looked at her for a few seconds before I spoke up very matter-of-factly.
“Something happened out at the ranch the other day. I was in line to use the privy, but I really had to go so I went around the side of the building to piss. There were a few others doing the same thing and several of the men saw my cock and I saw theirs. They began to make fun of me for being so much bigger than them. I never knew that I was big. I thought mine was just a normal size.
“Mister told me about you and your sister’s past. He told me that you and Missus have bigger pussies and most men can’t satisfy you. So, am I just a big cock to you?”
“You certainly were the first time and that’s why Missus sent you to me. But now that I know you, it’s different. I don’t think I can be satisfied with just your cock. I’m pretty sure I’ll need all of you to make me happy.”
“Melinda Caldwell, I’m still figuring out what a woman really is. I mean I know what a woman is. But are all of them like Darlene? Are they like Silvy? Are they like Mrs. Quincannon? Are they like you? How long do I have to fuck them before I know their last name?”
“I’d like to think that there are no women like me, at least as far as you are concerned. I’m taller than any woman in this town. I think I’ve got a pretty face and I’m pretty sure that I have a nice body. I’m pretty smart and own my own businesses. I can make my own way in the world ... But I’d like to do all that with you by my side.
“You’ve been keeping an eye on my breasts. That’s why I set them on the desk. You should see them resting on the desk without the shirt in the way. As to my last name, I told you as soon as you asked. But what would you like my last name to be? I’d like it if it was O’Dell.”
“You told me that I’m just inexperienced,” I reminded her. “I’ve come to think the lack of experience is more important than I thought. The men at the ranch all talked about which of your girls they liked to fuck the most. They said some would scream and some would bite them on the neck or shoulder. They said that some of the girls even asked the guy to put his cock up their ass.”
“And you think that you should do all of that?”
“I don’t know. That’s the problem, Melinda. I don’t know what I don’t know. I got kicked by a horse once. It only took once. Until I got betrayed by Darlene, I didn’t know how much my heart could hurt. I know I don’t want that to happen again.”
“I would never hurt you like that. But, Logan. Right now being away from you is hurting me a lot.”
“One of the reasons for me to take the Sheriff job was to be closer to you. I mean, just in case, I started to care for you more.”
“That’s a good sign, Logan. That’s the reason I was coming out to the ranch. I needed to see you. Even if we didn’t fuck or make love or have sex or whatever you want to call it. I needed to see you, and hear your voice, and maybe touch you.”
I heard a sudden ruckus outside and knew the sound of Whistle when he was pissed. I jumped up and ran to the door in time to see the pinto lift a foreleg and bring it down with some force on a cowboy. Before cutting loose with both hind legs and scattering several men behind him with ropes around his neck.
I drew my pistol and yelled, “What the hell is going on? And who is bothering my horse?”
“Your horse? Who said he’s yours? He’s got no brand.”
“Whistle! Relax. Come here.”
The stallion immediately calmed down and walked around the water trough, stepping up on the boardwalk to come to me. He nuzzled me and lowered his head so I could scratch his head and ears.
“Anyone got any other questions?” I asked as I took the lasso from around his neck. “Is that cowboy OK?”
The cowboy Whistle had pegged with his foreleg was rolling around on the ground and moaning loudly. Something was broken. Maybe an arm or some ribs or both. One of the other cowboys had drawn his pistol and I faced him.
“What are you planning on doing with that gun, mister?”
“That horse is wild and dangerous. He needs to be put down.”
“You come over to my horse and throw a rope around him, try to steal him and now, when he objects, you want to shoot him? Put that gun away before I shoot you. You should look after your friend since the doctor is out of town right now. He should be happy that my pinto didn’t drive a hoof into his skull.”
The cowboy slowly holstered his pistol and went to his friend. He had blood flowing freely from his head and his arm was bent at a very bad angle. Melinda had followed me out and went to the cowboy as well. She looked up at the men and commanded them.
“Take him over to my place and tell Sid that Melinda said to look after him. Be quick and try to not move him around a lot. If he has a broken rib it could punch a hole in his lung.”
“Now wait a damn minute. I want that horses hide. He broke up my brother.”
“And I’m gonna break up you if you make a move at my horse. Now you folks tried to take him and he didn’t want to be taken, so get your friend to Melinda’s place before most of you have to get to her place to wait for the Doc.”
“And who the hell are you?”
Well there it was. Someone had to ask the question eventually.
“I’m Logan O’Dell. I’m the Sheriff for this town.”
“O’Dell? You the O’Dell what shot Asher Bolt?”
“Nope. I’m the O’Dell what ran him through with a Kiowa lance I took from the Kiowas that held me prisoner while they could. You got any more questions?”
The men looked at each other and their stances softened. Their hands moved away from their guns. They carefully picked up their friend and began to carry him over to Melinda’s. As they got about halfway across the street, Melinda called to them.
“Remember to see Sid. He’s used to dealing with stove up cowboys.”
The men turned away and never looked back. I turned to Whistle and told him to get off the boardwalk. He blew like he was telling me to mind my business before walking past me and stepping down onto the dirt of the street.
“He does seem to understand you. That’s really strange.”
“Yup.”
“So, you ARE the Sheriff, huh? I thought you were going to wait for Doc.”
“I was but the situation seemed to warrant a bit of a quicker decision. I can always resign.”
“Don’t. Those boys knew your reputation and that calmed the situation.”
“Yeah but the next fella through will be a gunfighter looking for the man that killed the Bolts so he can make a name by killing me. Seems like a two-edged sword.”
“How long are you going to be here in the jail?”
“I don’t know. I guess until Doc comes back or when I get hungry.”
“When either of those happens come to my place. I’ll stake you to a nice dinner and we can talk about what Doc found out.”
“Maybe. I may have to spend some time at the bank signing papers. They didn’t seem to worry a lot about papers when we brought that silver ore in. We’ll see.”
“Well, come by whenever you’re free. My kitchen is always open for you,” she said moving out the door and down the boardwalk. “Kinda like my heart. See ya, Whistle.”
The stallion whinnied, blew, and stamped his right foreleg. I looked at him and when I thought Melinda was out of earshot I told him, “Hey! That’s my filly.”
“I heard that! I’m glad you came to your senses.”
“Damn!”
I went back into the jail, closed the door, and waited.
OK, so I said it.
She heard it.
That didn’t mean that I was committed.
But I DID say it.
Damn.
I went back to reading the journal of the former Sheriff. He kept good records but didn’t seem to catch many of the people that killed other folks. He recorded who got killed and who he thought did it but in every case, he wrote that he couldn’t bring them in. Was that because they’d kill him?
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