Logan O'Dell Rides
Copyright© 2026 by Writer Mick
Chapter 15
Western Sex Story: Chapter 15 - 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
I woke to a soft purring in my ear. There was a leg holding me in place, and a hand gently caressing my hard cock. I stirred slightly and a gentle voice in my ear said, “Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well?”
Without moving I answered with a groan, and a stretch of my arms and legs. When I stretched my cock must have swollen because Melinda let out a satisfied hum and gave it a squeeze.
“Logan, we slept together and didn’t have sex. I held you as close as someone who loves you can. Now it’s seven in the morning, do you want to get up, fuck, or make love?”
“Which is going to feel the best?” I asked.
“Making love.”
“What do I do?”
“You started doing it last night when you stroked my head and ran your fingers through my hair while I made love to your cock with my mouth. It felt really nice. Let me get on top of you and get you inside me. Then I can show you something.”
She rolled towards me, sliding her leg all the way over from where it rested on top of my legs. I felt the wet, warmth of her pussy slide onto my cock. She sat up and began to slide the wetness of her pussy forward and backwards along my hard shaft.
“Does this feel good?”
“It does, Melinda.”
“Good. Making love should always feel really good. Would you like to take my breasts in your hands or do you enjoy watching them as they swing back and forth?”
“I like watching them swing.”
She leaned forward until her nipples barely dragged along the hair on my chest. Then she changed the way she moved so her teats swung in circles, then side to side, then forward and back. All the while still sliding her pussy along my cock.
“Melinda, can I tell you something?”
“Of course.”
“Is this a good time to talk?”
“It is if it has to do with us.”
“Last night when you were using your mouth on my cock...”
“You mean giving you a blowjob. That’s what it’s called. And in case you didn’t know it, I have enjoyed giving some men blowjobs, but none nearly so much as you.”
“Well, that answers that.”
“Answers what?”
“I was wondering while you did that how many times you had. But before I could ask, it occurred to me that if what you said about no more men being inside you, that it didn’t matter what you did before.”
“Logan, anytime you ask me about previous men, I’ll answer you. I may not like to or enjoy answering you, but I will. If you were a man with experience, I wouldn’t ask how many women you’d been with. I would only ask what you did with them that you really enjoyed so we could do it together.”
She paused the movement on my cock and looked at me.
“This is an important moment, Logan. I’m admitting this, these private and intimate things, about me. I’ve had more men in my mouth than my pussy. I think most of the women here have. Now, before you ask another question, let me do this.”
She changed the way she had been moving and tipped her hips in a different direction. Before I knew it, she’d slid me inside her. She wiggled back and forth and in a circle a few times before she just sat down on me, taking my cock inside her to its base.
“What does this feel like to you?” Melinda asked softly.
“It feels wet and warm. You feel like you fit on me perfectly.”
Melinda leaned forward, crushing her large teats against me. She kissed me on the lips and both cheeks and on my forehead.
“Logan, when you make love to a woman, those are the correct things to say. I do feel like I fit onto you perfectly. Now can you feel this?”
Suddenly the wet, tight sleeve I’d been placed in was squeezing me. My entire shaft was being held and squeezed.
“How does that feel?”
“It feels nice. It feels like your pussy wants to give me a hug.”
“Right. Now, I want you to put pressure on your cock. Use the muscles that you use when you are pissing and you cut off the flow. If you dooooo...”
Melinda stopped talking and dropped her head, so our foreheads touched softly.
“Oh, Logan. I can feel your cock swell and relax. It feels so good. Your cock is returning the hug, and I like it very much.”
We remained in that state for some time; her squeezing me and me swelling in return. Until she said, “I can’t wait any longer.”
Melinda began to slide off me until only the larger knob that made up the tip remained inside her. She dropped down until she was fully seated on me. She continued doing this, sometimes finishing with a swirling of her hips until I could feel pressure building deep in my balls.
“Melinda, I feel like I’m going to shoot off soon.”
“Do it. I can’t wait to feel your seed splash against my insides.”
I flexed my hips and moved myself inside and out of her until I clenched my ass cheeks and began to shoot out my seed into Melinda. She squeezed me between her legs and held on like I was a bronco being broken. She began to go stiff and shake as she threw her head back, her mouth open in a scream that never came out.
I wrapped her in my arms and pulled her as tight to me as I could and slowly moved my cock back and forth in her. I was still feeling the seed being shot into her, albeit in a much gentler manner. Finally, the last of my seed had left my cock and I could feel a softening coming.
I held her and felt both of us breathing heavily together. Melinda would shudder every few seconds and when she did, she’d squeeze her legs and arms against me. Finally, she lay her head next to mine and whispered in my ear, “That was making love, Logan. That was my love holding you and begging for your love to enter me. I liked it a lot. If we did this every time we were together, it would make me a very happy woman.”
“I think that I’d like to make you happy.”
“Good because I feel that same way about you. Now I need to get to the chamber pot. You probably will need to as well.”
“You know I didn’t look, is there a privy out behind the jail?”
“No. But that’s an idea. Your drunk prisoners can dig the hole for you. Then you wouldn’t have to piss out over the edge of the boardwalk or just outside the back door. But for now, I’m going to lift my leg and dismount you, my fine stallion, and go get the chamber pot from the commode.”
Melinda lifted her leg and as she dismounted a large amount of my seed squirted out of her and onto my stomach and balls. She dipped her fingers into her pussy and retrieved a large glob of my seed, which she swiftly brought to her mouth before any dripped. She sucked on her fingers with her eyes closed, like she was enjoying a fine dessert.
The commode was across the room. She took the chamber pot from a drawer under it and slid it into its place under the seat. Then she removed the seat cushion, set it to the side, and sat down. There was the sound of her making water and an occasional splash of something more solid hitting the bottom of the pot. She reached to the side of the commode and took a small towel. Standing she used the towel to wipe herself, front and back.
“Your turn, but I don’t know if you can use the commode without your cock hitting the bottom of the pot. If it does, I’ll be happy to wash it off. Go ahead and sit.”
I sat and my cock did indeed hit the water Melinda had made. I relieved myself, adding to the depth of the water in the pot. I stood and Melinda immediately came to me and began to wash me with a wet cloth. She cleaned my seed off of my lower stomach and my balls and cock. She took extra care with the latter to be sure none of her leavings remained on me.
“Let’s go have breakfast.”
“I can’t yet. I need to check the prisoners at the jail and make sure the Doc is OK with their release.”
“I’ll go with you.”
“Those two cowboys would love to see an angel in the morning.”
We dressed. Melinda pulled on pants and a blouse that was loose and left plenty of room for her large breasts to move around with each step she took. Her bottom had a movement to it that made my cock thicken a bit whenever I looked down at it. We headed out of her room and down the front stairs. As we walked past the bar, she waved to the bartender. It wasn’t Sid.
“Benny, we’re going over to the jail. I’ll be back when I get back.”
“OK, Boss.”
I pushed the floor to ceiling bat-wing doors open and held them for Melinda. She walked through and did a bit of a bending bow sort of thing. I turned to walk across the street, and Melinda did something that I’d never seen done in public. She took hold of my left hand with her right. I’d seen women and men do that at church socials when they walked to the dance floor but never in broad daylight in the middle of the street.
“Melinda, people are gonna stare at us.”
“So what? I want to send a message that I am now the Sheriff’s girl.”
“Melinda, you are so much more than a girl.”
“Alright, then I’m the Sheriff’s woman.”
“I think I can live with that. Watch your step!” I warned her just before she stepped into a large pile of horse apples.
“Funny,” she said, “I didn’t even feel like I was walking on the ground. I felt like I was floating next to you. I really like this being in love thing. You should try it, Logan.”
“I’m working on it.”
We reached the jail and I stopped her in her tracks. The jail door was slightly open. I drew my pistol and used the barrel to slowly open the door. When it was about half-way open a voice called out.
“Is that you Sheriff?”
“It is.”
I stepped into the jail as an older man stood from the chair facing my desk. He was rough looking.
“I’ve been waiting for you. I’m Bob Clemson. I’m the trail boss for the Double River Ranch. You’ve got one of my men locked up. I’m told he got hurt while being stupid.”
“I’ve got two men in the cells. I never got a name because they both were unconscious when we got them in the cells.”
The man who’d tried to shoot Whistle was still out. The cowboy I’d knocked off the table was awake and had his arm all wrapped up and tied across his chest. He looked at Clemson and shook his head slowly because he had a bandage around his head from where it had hit the table edge when he tumbled off it.
“Which one is yours, Mr. Clemson?”
“This one here. His name is Brad Brunson. What does he owe you for the damages and...”
Melinda walked into the jail and completely derailed the trail bosses’ train of thought. I smiled at Melinda and she quietly walked over to the front of my desk and sat in the chair Clemson had been in.
“Let’s see,” I said taking my seat behind my desk.
I pulled out the old journal of the old Sheriff. I opened it and didn’t need to get past the second page before I saw an entry for a cowboy who’d been brought in after causing damage in the saloon. He’d been shooting the place up and had been beat up by some other cowboys. He was charged with shooting his gun in public, $3; breaking a table, $5; and drunk and disorderly, $3.
I recited the same charges and said, “That makes the total $11 plus whatever the Doc charged for taking care of his broken arm and cut open head.”
Mr. Clemson reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of coins. He picked out a $10 dollar gold coin and a silver dollar. He handed them to me and asked for a receipt. I opened the drawer the journal had been in and found a book of receipts. I wrote one and then wrote a copy. I signed both and then asked Clemson to sign them as well. He did so and I shook his hand.
“We’ll be in town two more days. If he comes back to town, is he going to be getting trouble from you?”
“Is he gonna be stupid again. I mean I don’t want him to be standing on a table in the saloon and shooting out the lanterns on the chandelier, so I don’t have to kick the table out from under him.”
“That’s what he did?” Clemson looked back and forth between me and Melinda. She was nodding her head too.
“It is,” I replied.
“Stupid.”
“Yup. If he doesn’t do anything stupid, I won’t have to worry about him.”
“Let me have him.”
I took out the keys and unlocked Brunson’s cell. He stood, still a bit shaky. He slowly walked out of the jail, not even looking at Melinda. Clemson was right behind him as they got out onto the boardwalk. I thought for sure that the trail boss would have smacked the cowboy alongside his head if not for the head bandage. I looked back at my other prisoner. He still hadn’t moved. I unlocked his cell and shook his shoulder. He barely moved.
“Melinda, we need to get the Doc over here. I think this fella is trying to die.”
She ran to the door and screamed at a cowboy passing on his horse.
“Hey! Get over to the store and tell them we need the Doc to come to the jail. Pronto!”
The man, obviously impressed at being hailed by a woman as beautiful as Melinda did as ordered. Shortly after the doc came rushing into the jail.
“Is this about the man your horse kicked?”
“Yeah. I shook his shoulder and he barely moved. I think he’s trying to die.”
The doc rushed into the cell and did some checks on his breathing and heart. He lifted the man’s good arm and held it up. When released the limb flopped to the floor immediately. Doc opened his little back bag and pulled out a vial. He opened it and placed it under the man’s nose.
The man reacted a little more than he did when I tried to rouse him. The doc opened his shirt and listened to his heart again. He shook his head then tossed his arms in the air and yelled, “DAMN!” Before taking the man’s jaw, which Whistle had broken, and pulled it forward and out. The man suddenly took in a huge breath. Then another and another.
“What was that, Doc?”
“His broken jaw went out of alignment and was cutting of his ability to breathe. He should come around now, and we can go on from there. Your horse certainly gave him his due. How’d you sleep last night?”
“How did I what?”
“Sleep, son. Sleep. You know what a fella does when he lays down in bed alone, or with a beautiful black-haired woman that cares for him.”
“Doc, why am I starting to think that you are Melinda’s father? Either that or you’re going to get a bounty on my head when she gets me.”
“Logan, I have not put a bounty on your head or any part of you, for that matter. But now that Doc mentions it, I don’t think it’s such a bad idea.”
“Oh son. She’s already got you; you just haven’t had the hook set. Now that you’re Sheriff and the Barnes place is available, you should grab Melinda and make a go of it.”
“Yes, Logan, you should grab me!” Melinda said with what sounded like a little girl’s giggle.
I gave her that same look that I do when I’m perplexed and not sure of my situation.
“Well, I need to talk to the Mayor about this Sheriff job and then I need to see the bank about this Barnes place. Then I need to go see the Bolts and make sure that we can live with each other in such close proximity. So, nothing is carved in stone yet.”
Just then the cowboy opened his eyes and tried to look around.
“Whoa there friend. Don’t move your head. I’m Doc Riley. Now that you’re awake, the Sheriff has some questions for you. Try to answer them without opening your mouth. I’m going to wrap your jaw in a bandage. You’ll need to keep it on for about three days. By then I’ll be able to get you a splint for that break and then you’ll need to wear it for at least three months if not longer. Now don’t move too much when you talk.”
The Doc helped the cowboy to sit up on the cot before he took some long thin strips of cloth out of his bag and carefully began to wrap the man’s head. As I waited Melinda came around to my side of the desk and sat on top of it, next to me.
“When are you going to ask him questions and figure out his fine?”