Logan O'Dell Rides
Copyright© 2026 by Writer Mick
Chapter 20
Western Sex Story: Chapter 20 - 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 quickly looked to the left and right and found myself in the middle of a crowd of people. Seeing as how they were all smiling and the group was made up of men, women, and children, I put my gun back in the holster. I scanned the group and no one said anything so I started.
“I was in the middle of a meal when I was called outside. The message was made to sound urgent. May I ask what’s going on?”
“Yes, Sheriff,” a matronly woman said from the middle of the group. “We’ve been living in this town for several years and Sheriffs have come and gone. Sheriff Malone was a good man and it’s a shame what happened to him. We’re happy that someone stood up to the Bolts and that the threat of their antics has been reduced mightily. We’d like to make sure that you know that we’re thankful and that you’re welcome and that we’re on your side.”
When she finished the crowd commenced to cheering and whooping and clapping. I stood there for a moment, taking it all in, when Melinda poked me in the back.
“You should say something,” she explained quietly.
“I’m not much of a talker. I try to be polite and do the right things in life. I took no pleasure in the taking of the Bolt’s lives. I’m not what I would call a gunman. Mr. Brooks, at the bank, has made me a deal for the Barnes place so, I guess it’s now the O’Dell place.”
“The Barnes place? That’s right next to the Bolts.”
“Yup. Doc has talked to Ma and Pa Bolt and so have I. I don’t expect any more trouble from them. They’ve lost their boys and now they need to busy themselves with keeping their place going.”
One of the older ladies stepped forward and with a very highfalutin expression shot a look at Melinda who had moved just behind me and to my left, said, “I’ve heard that you have been keeping company with the owner of the whore house.”
“Well, I’ve been keeping company with the owner of the hotel.”
I felt a hand caress my back. I smiled at the older woman trying to make myself look as friendly as possible. That didn’t work.
“You know what and who I mean. THAT slut right there!”
“May I have your name please?” I asked warmly, slowly dropping my hand towards my pistol, only to have Melinda bump me.
“I’m Viola Wallace,” she said trying to make herself sound very important.
“Well ma’am, I’m sorry, is it Mrs. Wallace?”
“It is. I’m a widow.”
“I’m sorry for that. Well, Mrs. Wallace,” I paused and looked at the crowd. “I’d be happy to resign as Sheriff if it makes you happy. I’m going to be with Melinda. We have started a very nice relationship. She is no longer a sportin’ girl.”
“She owns that house of sluts,” the old biddy almost spat out her words.
“Mrs. Wallace before I get angry, may I please explain something to you that you may not know. The Sportin’ Club supplies a very important service to this town. Now you might not know it, being an older lady and a widow, but when the cattle drives come through this area, they are looking to get away from the cattle and get some food that is not beans and bacon, get a drink, and find a woman to share those with. Without the Sportin’ Club those cowboys would be hunting every female in the area. I’ve seen it happen. They might even bother you at your home. Instead, they go to the Sportin’ Club and have a well cooked meal, and a drink, and they get to sit and talk with a nice looking girl.”
“Talk? Is that what you call it?”
“I do when they’re talking. What they do between the two of them in private is their business. I know that Melinda doesn’t force the women to do anything and I know from personal experience that some of those women are there because they have nowhere else to be. I know one of the women had her husband and baby murdered and she had nowhere else to turn. I don’t suppose that you would just have her turned out onto the prairie. I can also tell you from personal experience that the Kiowa do not treat captives very nicely.”
“They have relations with men for money!”
“OK.”
“OK? That’s all you have to say?” Mrs. Wallace sounds truly surprised at my response.
“Yes, ma’am. I haven’t seen any men or women dragged kicking and screaming into the Sportin’ Club against their wills. I’ve seen men carried out when they have behaved in a manner not fitting in polite society. But, again, nothing is going on in there that is against the laws of this town or is being done by force.”
“Sheriff, that woman is a slut and a whore. She leads men down the path to hell.”
“Tell me, Mrs. Wallace. Was Mr. Wallace such a man?”
“Yes, Viola,” Melinda added. “Tell us what sort of fine, upstanding man Julius was. I can tell you the things he liked to do that you wouldn’t do, if you like.”
“You shut up you whore! My husband was a good, God-fearing, man.”
“And he liked it when one of the girls would put his cock...”
“Stop!” I yelled and shot a serious look at Melinda. “Like I said, what happens between two people in private is private and no one else’s business unless they want to talk about it. Melinda, leave it be. Mrs. Wallace, unless something was done that was illegal, you should just live and let live.”
“Well, it’s clear that you won’t be standing up for morality around here.”
“Mrs. Wallace, morality and the law often don’t share the same opinions of life. So, I will advise you to live your life and let others live theirs. If someone causes you harm or distress you come and see me. If they’ve overstepped legal boundaries I’ll step in. Until then, live and let live. As for the rest of you,” I said addressing the rest of the crowd.
“This is more talking than I’ve done in a coon’s age. I’ve noticed that this town is mostly a nice peaceful place except for the Bolts and the cattle drives. The Bolts are no longer a problem, so I plan to spend the early part of my days on my ranch taking care of it. Then I’ll come to town in the evenings when most of the unsettling activities go on. When cattle drives come through I’ll stay in town all day and night to keep the peace. The mayor agrees with that plan. Now then, if there’s nothing else, thank you for your welcome and for this nice greeting. I’m going to go back to my steak and potatoes.”
Of course it wasn’t that easy. There followed a round of handshakes and introductions. I heard names that I knew I’d not recall unless they did something stupid and needed my attention. That took another half hour. When I was done, I returned to the dining room in the Club to find the table had been cleaned. I sat down and just felt sad.
That is, I did until Melinda came into the room with a tray.
“As soon as you started meeting people and shaking hands I knew it was going to be awhile. So, I came in and got some fresh food started. I have another steak and some more potatoes. I also have something new for you. The potatoes have a mixture of butter and herbs and you should let some of it melt onto the steak.”
“Thank you, Melinda.”
“Thank you for that little speech out there to Mrs. Wallace. She is the local do-gooder. Especially since she found out her husband came to the Club to get his cock sucked. She wouldn’t do it because that’s where the piss comes out.”
“I understand what she means but I also understand that a lot of pleasure is given and taken from the same places. I’ll keep an eye out for her. And you, my dear, shouldn’t carry such a short fuse.”
“That woman has been a thorn in my behind for years. Her husband died of a heart attack while Ruby had his cock in her mouth.”
“Well then, I understand where her anger comes from, as do you, and you should expect it so it doesn’t bother you. Now, would you like to join me for lunch?”
“Sure, if you don’t mind.”
“Why would I mind?”
I picked up the knife and fork to begin working on the steak. Melinda smiled, licked her lips and said, “Let’s see who finishes first.”
Before I knew what was happening, she had ducked under the table, had the front of my pants open, and had my cock in her mouth. Having never had this happen to me before but knowing that if I was going to remain with Melinda that I’d better get used to this sort of thing.
I savored both the steak and potatoes as well as the sucking of my cock. At one point I asked her if she was enjoying her meal and I could feel her response as she nodded and bobbed up and down on my cock. Fact is, I was enjoying the feeling so much that I ate my meal, not paying attention to the flavor.
“Melinda? I’m finished with my lunch. Do you want to stop?”
“I don’t,” came her voice from under the table. “Doesn’t this feel good?”
“It feels great. It feels so good I didn’t want it to end.”
“Well, that’s disappointing.”
“Now that I’m done eating, I can pay more attention to you. Or you can come with me to the store.”
“No damn it! I’m gonna stay down here until I can get you to finish.”
And with that she sucked me back into her mouth and she added a hand inside my pants to hold my sack. The other hand commenced to stroking the shaft of my cock and very soon I was ready to go.
“Melinda, here it comes.”
The first spurt was strong, the second, as well, the third caused Melinda to begin to hum in a satisfied tone. It took her a little effort but when her head raised above the table, she looked happy and satisfied. She also had my seed running out of her mouth and down her chin.
“Melinda, you seem to have some of your lunch on your face.”
“I know, and it feels wonderful. Thank you, Logan. Ow, hand me a napkin and I’ll clean up, unless you want to lick it off for me.”
“Come here.”
Melinda came around the table and I pulled her face to me. I kissed her and then licked the white cream off her face. She moaned and put her hands on the sides of my head. When I’d finished to the best of my ability, she kissed me.
“Logan O’Dell, I don’t know of any man that would have done that.”
“Well, let’s write it off to the fact that I don’t know what I should or shouldn’t do.”
“Then don’t you dare ever learn. You are perfect just as you are. Now, let’s get to the store and the bank.”
We got up and left the dining room to the giggles of several woman. I looked at them and then to Sid who smiled and nodded his head down, looking at the front of my pants. Melinda hadn’t put my cock back in my pants and I was so focused on my woman that I didn’t notice.
I looked at Melinda and said, “Woman if you’re going to start a job clean up afterwards. I did.”
“Yes, dear,” she said and proceeded to tuck my cock back into my pants and then to button up the front. We kissed and walked out of the Sportin’ Club and turned towards the town’s store. When we walked in the sound of the gravelly voice of Martha reminded me of the first time I’d been in to buy clothes to replace my Kiowa outfit.
“Is that you Logan? Lord you look good.”
“Hello Martha. It’s only been a few days so I think I look the same. To get me cleaned up, Missus had me get a hold of Melinda.”
Martha looked at Melinda and her little smile told the older lady something.
“And it looks like Melinda got a hold of you,” she said in her gravelly voice.
Before Melinda could make up an answer I piped in, “Yes she did and life is looking up a lot higher than when I first came in with Clete.”
“How is Clete?”
“He got shot up pretty bad by the Bolts. I got him back to the ranch and they got him fixed up. Mister built him a cabin and he moved Silvy in as his wife. They’re doing real good.”
“Well, how about that,” she said with true wonder in her voice. “So, what brings you here today?”
“I need to order some furniture for the Barnes place. I’m the new Sheriff and the Barnes place is now the O’Dell place. The mattresses in all the beds are shot to hell and rotted. So, I’ll need four new ones. The curtains are all gone. So, I’ll need curtains.”
“I measured them all out, Martha,” Melinda added. “I’ve got it all written down. It looks like the place is going to need a top to bottom cleaning. We’ll also need tools and I have a list of those as well.”
“When did you get time to make all these lists?” I asked.
“I’m very efficient, dear.”
“Right.”
Martha stopped herself from laughing out loud by starting to cough. She smiled and held out a hand to accept Melinda’s lists.
“Martha, we’ll also need to set in a supply of feed for chickens and the horses. I plan to start a string of fine horses.”
“Really? What are you using for stock? Mister’s stallions?”
“No, I have a pinto stallion that I took from the Kiowa.”
“I know that horse. I’ve seen him walking around the streets like he’s looking for something.”
“Yeah, Whistle is a bit eccentric. But he’s saved my life a couple of times and he’s the reason I’m with Melinda. So, the least I can do is find some quality fillies for him and feed them well. He’s already got several mares pregnant at the Square T and I’m going to split the foals with Mister.”
“You know that it’s going to take a while to get these mattresses. They have to be made to order and then shipped here from Boise. Figure on about six weeks. I should already have all of the tools you’ll need as well as the material for the curtains. Melinda, are you going to sew them or have the orphans do it?”
“The orphans do that?” I asked.
I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. They seemed to do everything else around this place.
“Logan, those kids are amazing. I sometimes wonder what we’d do around town without them.”