Logan O'Dell Rides
Copyright© 2026 by Writer Mick
Chapter 23
Western Sex Story: Chapter 23 - 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 walked away from Darlene before she could touch me. I took the arms of the two boys and led them over to the jail. Both of them had considerable muscle under their shirts and that gave me hope that they could get the hole dug quickly.
“So, what are your names?”
“I’m Sebastian,” the more stout boy answered. He was a bull.
“I’m Thomas,” the taller of the two said.
“I’m Sheriff O’Dell, but seeing as how you’re about to be eighteen, you can call me Logan. By the way, when are your birthdays?”
“Well sir, as you know, we’re orphans,” Thomas explained. “Neither of us know our exact birthdays because we were the survivors of indian raids. So we were given the birthdays on the dates we were brought to the orphanage. Mine is October sixteenth.”
“And mine is October twelfth,” Sebastian said.
I unlocked the door to the jail and let the boys in before me. Inside, I led them past the cells and out the back door. I stepped down onto the ground and the boys joined me.
“Did Mrs. Shell tell you what the job was?”
“Yes, sir,” Thomas said. “We’re to dig a hole for a privy.”
“Correct and it’s going to be a double. So before you can start, I need two things. One of you needs to go to the store and get two pickaxes and two shovels. The other needs to go to see Mr. Krasney and get the dimensions that he wants the hole dug for the building he has in mind. Then come back here and we’ll get to work.”
“We?” Sebastian asked.
“Yes. I will be helping along the way as much as I can.”
“Sheriff, please don’t be insulted, but Thomas and I work well and fast together. We hope you won’t get in the way.”
“Get in the way? Really?” I chuckled. “Well, in that case I’ll stand by if you need anything. I’ll keep you supplied with food and water and whatever else you need. How does that sound?”
“It sounds better than the last time we dug a hole. It was for a burial and folks were upset that the hole wasn’t long enough.”
“We almost buried two people that day,” Thomas said with a big grin.
“OK, I get it. So go and get the information. Get whatever supplies you need from the store and have them charge it to the jail. OK?”
“Sounds good to me,” Sebastian said and in a flash the two boys had taken off running behind the row of buildings, each going in a separate direction.
I went back inside and found Melinda sitting in my chair. She had her feet up on the desk, her legs slightly spread to afford a peek at what she had under her dress. She smiled and blew me a kiss.
“I’m done with my work. I’ve got some time before things at the Club begin to pick up. I hear you had a little talk with Darlene.
“She’s very sorry. She understands that it’s all her fault. I told her that she need to be a nice and honest sportin’ girl and maybe someday she’ll get lucky like Silvy did.”
“Well, not if she doesn’t change the way she treats people.”
“She used to be such a sweet girl. I guess that’s how she kept taking boys to the seed shack.”
“The what?”
“She was fucking men and boys on top of the seed sacks in the store room of her father’s store. She must have been truly sweet and lovable then.”
“Maybe as your feelings for her lighten up, she’ll begin to be that girl again.”
“Or maybe she won’t if she remembers what being that girl did to her.”
“What’s going on around here?”
“The two boys are running errands to get started on the privy. Sebastian is at the store to get picks and shovels and Thomas is at the undertakers to get the measurements of the hole. They just took off and I came in here. What are you up to?”
“I told you I have some time before the evening crowd begins to pick up. Would you like to come and test the strength of my bed?”
“I would, but I’m going to wait for the boys to get back. Then once they’re going I’ll come and see you.”
“OK. I’ll leave a trail of clothes for you to follow. Don’t wait too long or some slick cowboy might track the trail before you.”
I looked at her thinking about Darlene.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can. If you’re busy with a cowboy, I’ll wait my turn.”
Thinking about what she said, I knew that right then I couldn’t repeat those words back at her, so I smiled, blew her a kiss, and I backed away out the jail’s back door.
The progress the boys were making was incredible. They had already staked out a fourteen by eight foot area that would be about six steps from the jails back door. They had begun by chipping away with their pick axes and using the shovels to pile up their initial diggings outside the staked out area.
They came back talking about how soft the dirt was back there and how they thought if they’d begun that morning, they could have been done by sundown. Mr. Krasney had supplied them with the measurements they needed and off they went. I checked with them to be sure they were set with water and I placed a pail of sandwiches just inside the jail’s back door. I asked them if they needed anything more from me and they both said “No”.
“Then when you’ve done today’s work, head home and I’ll see you in the morning.”
“OK, Sheriff. Good night,” Sebastian said with a wave. Thomas already had a pick in the ground.
I took off for the Sportin’ Club. Inside the tall bat-wing doors I looked around for a trail of clothes and found none. The first thing I thought of was that some cowboy had picked up the trail and had her in her room right now. I waved at Sid but didn’t wait for a reply and began walking up the stairs slowly to see if I could hear anything from Melinda’s room.
I took the time to think about where I was going and what I was pretty sure was going on. I really hadn’t taken much time to think about all of the things that were going on with me. A short time ago I was contemplating a slow and painful death at the hands of a band of Kiowa. Now I’m Sheriff of this town and have begun a relationship with an amazing woman, who is taking about a life together and children, and who, right now, might be fucking another man.
When I opened the door to Melinda’s room it was, thankfully, empty. That explained the lack of a clothing trail. The rush of guilt I felt was really strong as I walked over to the middle of the hallway, where the side wall had been replaced with a railing that overlooked the main floor of the Club. There were a few girls sitting around the room at tables with some of the local men. I recognized them from a previous night. I leaned over the railing and yelled at the bartender.
“Sid! Where’s the boss?”
He looked up and flipped a thumb towards the office. Melinda had gone back to work. I walked down the stairs to the back of the Club and entered the Club’s main room. There were a couple of cowboys paying attention to a couple of the girls standing around the room. No one was sitting at the bar.
“Sid? Is everything OK?”
“I don’t know. She came in, began to take off her shoes and then stopped and ran into the office. She hasn’t made a sound since.”
I walked around the end of the bar and into the short hallway that was still lined with boxes and kegs and barrels. Turning into the office I saw her sitting at her desk, her head down, and crying.
I ran to her side, knelt, and said, “Melinda, what’s wrong?”
I must have startled her as she flinched and said, “Oh, Logan...”
She paused for an instant and then looked up, tears flowing freely down her face, some landing on the open portion of her shirt that exposed a portion of her now wet breasts.
“A couple of things, my love,” she said wiping the tears from her face.
“Take it easy, Melinda, and tell me what’s wrong.”
Melinda took a breath and looked into my eyes.
“First, I never should have made that comment about another cowboy. It must have made you think I was a cheating slut. I’m not. I love you so much. I’m never going to be with another man, ever.”
“I believe you, Melinda.”
“The second thing is Thomas and Sebastian. I remember those boys when they were babies. It just occurred to me that I don’t have a long time left to have babies of my own. I hope you are shooting accurate shots inside me. You might not want to be a father, but I truly need to be a mother. So does Missus, you know.”
“Missus? What does she have to do with me?”
“You really haven’t figured it out yet, have you. She sent you to town first of all because you were a man with a good sized cock and she was hoping that you and I would hit it off and I’d get in the family way. Missus was going to help raise the baby and see if that satisfied her urge to be a mother. If it didn’t work then she and Mister were going to ask you to give them a baby. They want a child of their own so bad. My sister sometimes obsesses over it but she won’t sneak around on Mister.”
The last words Melinda said made me feel a little dizzy. It slowly came to me what she meant and I said, “That means that I’d have to fuck Missus?”
I blinked my eyes several times and tried to clear my mind.
“I can’t do that. She’s married. Hell, she’s married to the largest man I’ve ever seen.”
“And he can’t give her a baby. Tell me, if he came to you and asked you to try and give Missus a baby, would you?”
I’d been kneeling next to her chair for a long time, so I moved to the chair in front of her desk. I sat down so hard my teeth rattled. I had just begun to cotton to the idea of having a baby with Melinda. Especially since she told me that she was not doing the things she and the girls did to not have babies. Now this.
“I don’t know, Melinda. I’m just getting used to the idea of having sex and then us having a baby. Now you want me doing it with another man’s wife. I don’t know. It seems so wrong, even with his permission.”
Melinda sat there quietly and looked at the papers on her desk. Or I should say she was looking towards them. I don’t think she saw any of the writing on them. She let out a soft sniffle and lifted a hand to wipe away tears that were running down her face.
“Logan, I’m sorry for telling you I’d take another man into me. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“Dear, I’m not worried about that. I’ll admit that I was, but seeing and hearing you like this, I believe in my heart that you would never do that. I haven’t really had the time to consider a baby. Melinda. I never understood how much you wanted children. I wish I knew how to make it happen.”
She looked at me and smiled as she pushed out her chest.
“I mean I know how to make it happen,” I said. “I just don’t know how to make it happen now.”
“You really mean that don’t you?”
“Yeah,” I said in resignation to the fact. “You ARE my woman and I guess I should want to give you children.”
“How many?”
“I don’t know. How many do you want?”
“I’d like a boy and a girl.”
“So I guess that just means that we have to have sex at least two more times.”
“Oh we’re going to have sex way more than that, my love. But actually, we need to hold off a few days.”
“What? First you want a baby now, or sooner, and then we have to hold off making it? I’m so lost.”
“Logan, do you know anything about how a woman’s body works?”
“No, but I got a feeling I’m about to learn something.”
“Every month a woman bleeds out the old eggs she made when she was in her most fertile time of the month. It takes four to six days. Then her body starts making new eggs. About half way through the month a woman is most fertile and most likely to get a baby put in her.”
“Like she’s in season, like a horse.”
“That’s a crude way of saying it but you’ve got the idea. So in a couple of days I’m supposed to start my monthly. If it doesn’t start that means that you shot and I caught. It’ll mean that I’m gonna have a baby. So we need to wait a few days.”
“Then what?”
“Well, I either start bleeding or I don’t. If I don’t, I wait a couple of days to see if I just start late. If I don’t start then I come and tell you that you are going to be a father and we spend a few days fucking our heads off in celebration!”
“Well dry your eyes and let’s have dinner and go relax. I have a feeling that this cattle drive is going to be different for me.”
“Why?’
“Well, I’m officially Sheriff and I might be on my way to being a father and if I am, Mister and Missus are going to be after me.”
We had a nice dinner of roasted chicken and rice. We sat and talked about the ranch and things we wanted to do in the house and the out buildings. Then we went to bed and I laid up against her back and wrapped my arms around her. I took both her soft breasts in my hands, massaging them and rolling her large nipples between my finger and thumb, until we fell asleep.
We woke up in the same position as we’d fallen asleep. My cock was nestled in Melinda’s second favorite place. I enjoyed the feeling and warmth of the space between her ass cheeks. It would have only taken a slight shift for me to be able to slide into her. But she’d told me to wait and I cared enough about her to do as she asked. But it felt so good, so I just rubbed back and forth until I shot off between her cheeks and up her back.
“That was nice. Thank you.”
“I didn’t know you were awake, dear. I hope I didn’t do something improper. I still feel like I don’t know very many rules about women.”
“You’re learning fast and you never presume. You knew I’d like what you did because we’ve done it before.”
“Yeah, but that was when you were awake and you asked me to do it.”
“My love, anytime you’re doing something I don’t like, I’ll tell you.”
“OK. Let’s get you washed up and start the day. I’ll bet the boys are already at work.”
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