Logan O'Dell Rides
Copyright© 2026 by Writer Mick
Chapter 22
Western Sex Story: Chapter 22 - 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 the sensation of soft kisses on the back of my neck and a firm but gentle hand gripping my cock. I had to piss and my cock was hard as a rock. The hand felt so good, I just didn’t move. After several minutes of pure enjoyment, I let out a soft moan and Melinda released my cock.
“Good morning, dear.”
“Good morning, Melinda. Have you been holding my cock all night?”
“I think so. When I woke up my hand was still where it was when I fell asleep. It felt really nice. It was soft and warm before. Now it’s hard and stiff. I guess that means that you have to go piss.”
“I do have to do that. Do you mind?”
“No. As long as you come back to bed with me.”
I got up and went to the commode, pulled out the pot and tried my best to fill it. When I finished, I took a small wash cloth and cleaned the tip of any remaining drops. I placed the lid on the pot and returned to bed. My girl was waiting for me in all her naked glory. Each time I’d been with her I was so close that I didn’t really get a good look at her.
“Melinda,” I said as I stopped about six feet away from the bed. “I’ve never really taken the time to just look at your body. Do you mind?”
“No, of course not. I mean I plan to share all of it with you for a very long time.”
I looked at her feet. Her toes were straight and seemed to look just like a pair of feet should look. I traced my gaze up her ankles and to the lower legs. The hair on her legs was black and fairly straight. It grew in a downward direction. I followed the growth up her thighs connecting to the thick, curly, black patch between her legs.
The patch of hair extended up and thinned out to a long trail of short, straight, black, strands that ended at the belly button. I spent some time looking at the hair and how it grew and in which direction. When Melinda saw what I was looking at, she opened her legs a bit and gave me a view of her inner thighs. There was no hair on the inside of her legs but some did extend down and it seemed to grow right into her ass.
“What are you thinking, Logan?”
“I guess I never realized that a woman could have so much hair. You don’t have hair on our breasts do you?”
“Logan, you’ve seen my breasts. Did you see any hair?”
“Actually, there were a few hairs growing out around your nipples.”
“Really?” she said in surprise.
She grabbed her left breast, the one on top, as she was almost on her side, and examined the nipple. There were a few black hairs there and she tried to pluck them out. It must have hurt, because she made a painful face.
“Melinda, why are you pulling them out?”
“I thought maybe you didn’t like them. You know some of the girls that work here shave all their hair off except on their heads and under their arms. Some of the cowboys like the way they look with no hair.”
“Have you ever done that?”
“What? Shave my hair?”
“Yes.”
“No. But I would for you.”
“I hadn’t really noticed it. I guess I was too close to you to see. I very much noticed the hair between your legs and I like it.”
“Come here. I want you close again.”
I walked to the bed and crawled in beside her. I rolled to face her and took her breasts in my hands and squeezed them to feel how they moved and jiggled. My thumbs flicked her nipples and she giggled and squeezed them together with her shoulders and arms. She reached down and took hold of my cock again and pulled on it like she was milking a cow.
I moved my face close to hers and kissed her lips. She pressed her lips against mine and moved her hand from my cock to my ball sack. Her hand was moving the balls around in her hand and I could feel the fullness in my shaft.
Releasing her breast, I slid my hand down to her hips. One hand went to her ass and the other snaked its way into the patch of curly black hair. Her ass was as soft and jiggly as her breasts but there was also a firmness to it. I used my grip on her ass to allow me to press my fingers into her wet pussy.
“That feels good, Logan. Would you mind laying on top of me with your face down there and putting two or three fingers inside and moving them around?”
“It that makes you feel good, of course I’ll do it.”
I moved as she asked and soon she had my cock flopping around her face and I was resting my head on her left thigh while my right hand slid three of its’ fingers into her wet pussy.
“A lot of men think I’m too big inside there. I know I’m bigger than most but they don’t have to be asses about it. It’s not my fault their cocks are too skinny for me to feel when they’re inside me. Sometimes if they are being rude, I’ll wait until I know they’re inside me and then ask them if they’re in yet.”
Melinda let out an evil giggle that she choked off then my three fingers began to move around inside her.
“Right there, Logan! Can you feel anything different? That’s the spot thaaaaaat ... Sets ... Me off!”
Melinda began to shiver and shudder. She tried to squeeze her legs together but my arm was in the way. As she ended the spasm she was having, she turned her head and quickly caught my cock in her mouth and gobbled as much in as she could. She had a hand on my balls and seemed to be trying to suck the inside of my cock to the outside.
“Actually, I can feel something, dear. There is a spot right here,” I explained as I wiggle my middle finger around the spot. “It’s a little rougher than the surrounding skin. Can you feel the difference?”
Her head was moving up and down, I assumed she was nodding “Yes” and she was humming something that sounded like “Uh huh!”. The humming sent a nice sensation through me.
I kept my fingers moving on that spot and she began humping her hips violently. Before I knew what was happening the rest of my hand slid inside her. I was thinking I should pull out my hand but she was humping her hips even more and what her mouth was doing to my cock, I can’t begin to describe. That was when I felt the heat building in my stomach.
“Melinda! Something is happening. I think I’m going to shoot.”
She mumbled those same sounds again and squeezed my balls and pushed her face towards me until her nose was buried in the curly hair around the base of my cock. I couldn’t stop myself and I shot out squirt after squirt as Melinda’s pussy seemed to try to suck my arm into her.
My hand was more wet and slippery so I began to slid it in and out of her. She matched my movements with her hips, repeatedly. She was making noises and kept trying to close her legs. Finally, I felt her start to pull my cock out of her mouth. When enough was out that she could grab it, she released my ball sack and took hold of my cock. She pumped it and stroked it hard as the remaining length and girth of it came out of her mouth.
She gasped in a huge breath and screamed, “Stop! No more, Logan. Please stop!”
I quit moving my hand and slowly pulled it out, thinking that I’d broken something inside her. She was panting and gasping for air as she tried to speak.
“No ... More ... please ... No more.”
“No more what?’
“How do you feel when you have your release? Now imagine it repeating over and over and not stopping and each one builds to feel stronger and stronger until you almost pass out.”
“Really?”
“Yes, and finally it feels so good it hurts. And that, my love, is what you just did to me. My God, Logan. Please don’t ever leave me. Please...” Melinda began to cry as she finished speaking.
I held her and began to realize that feelings for another person could get much stronger than I had imagined. I held her in my arms and felt her body shake a little more. I pulled a blanket around us, thinking she was cold.
“No, no blanket. I’m all hot and sweaty from that.”
“I’m sorry. I thought you were cold.”
“Logan, you don’t know about this stuff yet but believe me you will. I’m never going to let you go. Now, let’s wash up and start the day. There should be a trail drive coming through late tomorrow and we have some things to do to get ready. That privy behind the jail being a big one.”
“Right.”
We got out of the bed and something happened that I liked. Every time Melinda got closed to me, she touched me. Sometimes it was just a stroke of the arm or a bump of the hip. Sometimes she would just reach out and touch my cheek. It was very nice. We washed, dried, dressed, kissed, and she headed to her office and I headed to the orphanage.
When I arrived, I knocked on the door and was welcomed by a young man. He must have been about twelve.
“Hello, Sheriff O’Dell. Please come in.”
He opened the door wide and stepped back to allow me to enter. When I was inside, he closed the door and led me to the same parlor as I’d been in before. The chair I’d sat in was in a different place though. My expression must have given something away.
“Sheriff, sometimes we get bored and we rearrange the furniture. Please sit down and I’ll get Mrs. Shell.”
I took my seat and relaxed a little but not too much. Something still felt out of the ordinary. I heard footsteps scurrying around the house but saw no one. Mrs. Shell came into the room and I stood to greet her.
“Hello, Sheriff,” she said as she extended a hand.
I took it and said, “Hello to you, Mrs. Shell. It’s nice to see you again.”
“What brings you to our house this morning?”
“Business. When I finally got a chance to look around the jail I noticed that the place had no privy. I was told that there was a man in town who could build be a building once I had the hole dug and it was suggested that a few of your young men could do the job in a short time.”
She looked at me for a few seconds and said, “Sheriff, our children do not do manual labor.”
“Children? Oh no. I was hoping that you might have a few young men, say around the age of sixteen or seventeen. I’ve seen a few older boys around town and I was thinking of them. All I really need to know is the cost. Would they hire by the day or hour or job?”
She lifted her head in a manner that told me that I might have insulted her. When she spoke, she said, “You’ll excuse me if I refer to all of the orphans as children. Some of them have been with me since their births. There are two young men who will be turning eighteen soon and will be leaving us. A job like this may put their names out as being dependable and trustworthy.”
“That sounds good. I’ll make sure they have lots of water and at least a meal at lunch. I’ll get the dinner as well should their work take them that long. I really don’t know what sort of soil there is behind the jail. It could be soil or it could be solid rock.”
“I’ll have the boys at the jail at sun up.”
“That’s wonderful, unless they want to start today and finish tomorrow.”
“I’ll ask them their schedules and see if they can do that.”
“Wonderful. I’ll be at the store gathering supplies for my ranch or I’ll be at the undertaker. I’m told that he can build the building for the privy. And please let me know how much I’ll need to pay for the boy’s time and efforts.”
“I’ll have them tell you.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Shell. I’ll see my own way out.”
I bowed and headed for the door. The same young man beat me there and had it open for me.
“Good day, Sheriff.”
“Good day to you. And what is your name?”
“My name is James.”
“Thank you and have a good day, James.”
I tipped my hat to him and walked off the porch and to the street. As I walked towards the store, it occurred to me that I was also going to be at the Club but I hadn’t said that to Mrs. Shell. I wondered how she would take that. She seemed to be a proper lady. Perhaps she wouldn’t have sent the boys to fetch me had I been in the Club at the time. I made a note to have their meals delivered to them in the jail.
I went back to the Club and found Sid seriously polishing the bar top. As I walked in he nodded, with a bit of a scowl, and flipped a pointing thumb back towards Melinda’s office. I walked around the side of the bar and into the hallway. I could hear Melinda speaking with one of the girls. I’d recognize that voice anywhere. Melinda was talking to Darlene.
“Your attitude towards the men has been abysmal. Not all men are like your ex-husband. More are like Logan O’Dell, if you’ll let them.”
“Yeah and you would know all about fucking Logan, wouldn’t you? If I didn’t know better I’d have thought that someone planned this whole thing just to embarrass and humiliate me.”
“Darlene you did all that by yourself from what you and Logan have told me. I also know that there are not a lot of jobs out there for young, single women. You have a good body and you can make some good money, maybe even great money, if you’ll stop being such a bitch to the customers.
“They are here for a good time. Some want a drink and someone to talk to, some want to fuck, some are just looking for a friendly face. I know some of them still smell like cow shit or buffalo guts but that’s the way it goes. You had a great future all ready to go but you messed up what you had with Logan. I’ve been very happy to pick up those broken pieces. If that doesn’t seem like something you can deal with, you always know where the door is and the road goes in two directions. That’s all I have to say. Do you want to add anything to what you said earlier?”
There was a moment of silence and then a sobbing voice said, “No ma’am. I know very well what I did. I just don’t know how to get out of it.”
I walked into the office and stopped next to Darlene’s chair.
“I can give you some good advice. Your situation here is better than it could be. You have the chance to make some money. Eventually enough to get you out. You have time to listen people you meet and learn things. Maybe you’ll find something you want to do in a business sense. The town is going to grow and it will need a newspaper. I remember you liking to read and write stories when you were younger. You made decent clothes for you and your father. Maybe you could become a seamstress. Cowboys always need their clothes fixed. Take what you’ve got and make it something to build on not something to be buried under.”
“I’m sorry, Logan. Looking back I see that we could have had a great life. I know I hurt you a lot and I’m sorry for all of it.”
“I appreciate that.” I took a breath and calmly said, “I used to hate you, Darlene. At one point I was worried that if I stayed at the Circle Q, I’d kill some fella if he bragged about being with you. I don’t hate you anymore. I actually wish you well.”
“Can we be friends?”
“Not yet. It’s still too soon. Melinda, I’m done at the orphanage and I’m heading to the undertaker to talk about the building.”
“I’ll still be here working on the books for the next two or three hours.”
“I’ll be back. Bye Darlene.”
“Bye, Logan.”
I tipped my hat to her and smiled to Melinda before I left the office. I patted Sid on the shoulder and said, “Thanks for the heads up.”
“What did I do?”
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