Logan O'Dell Rides
Copyright© 2026 by Writer Mick
Chapter 6
Western Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
“Logan, come over her and sit with us,” Mister said.
It was worded like a request but sounded like an order, so I went to the table and sat next to Clete. Once I was settled in place, Mister gave me the once over.
“You want to tell me about the idea of a cabin for hands that keep women?” Mister asked.
He didn’t sound angry so I said, “Not keep women, Mister. This ain’t supposed to be no sportin’ house. Clete here is in love with the woman, Silvy, from Melinda’s place. He’d like to marry her but they wouldn’t have a place to live unless he left the Square T. If a small cabin, big enough for a bed and a fireplace could be built, he could marry Silvy and still work for you.”
“The folks at the Circle Q did this?” Mister asked.
“Yes sir. Mr. and Mrs. Quincannon treated the hands sorta like family. Hands that got married stayed on the ranch and their wives worked in the kitchen or the house.”
“How many hands did this?”
“Only two. One was the foreman and the other was an old hand that the Quincannons first hired when they came into the country. There was one other man who had a cabin but they found out that he was selling his wife by the night to other hands. They caught her one night in the bunkhouse going from bunk to bunk. They ran them both off as soon as they found out.”
“Clete, you got any intention of doing that with Silvy?”
“No sir!”
“Even with the hands that have been with her at Melinda’s?”
Clete paused and gave the idea some thought.
“The past will be the past ... unless someone says something untoward about her. In my mind she’s starting off with a clean slate. She won’t be a whore no more and I’d defend her honor like you would Missus.”
Mister Tucker sat back in his chair for a bit, rubbing his rough shaved chin with his left hand. His brow furrowed and unfurrowed as he rubbed his chin. Every so often he’d make a grumbling noise and shift in his chair. Finally, he sat forward and placed both massive hands on top of the table.
“You gonna eat?” He asked me.
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, we been sitting her talking and you haven’t touched anything.”
“I haven’t?” I looked down at my cooling meal.
“Logan, relax and eat. I’m sending you out to ride the north fence tonight with Clete. Clete, I’m inclined to say that I sorta like the idea of the cabin, but I need to get permission from Missus. Logan you got any designs on any women?”
“Who? Me? No sir. I don’t even know any women.”
“What about Silvy and Missus? What about Melinda? Ain’t they women?”
“Yeah, of course they’re women but I don’t really know them.”
“You certainly know Melinda, and pretty well from what Clete says Silvy told him.”
“Well, sir, I don’t know what Silvy told Clete and although I’ll admit that Melinda did spend time with me, I don’t think I’ll be marrying her.”
“Not your type?”
“Mister Tucker, I have never been with any woman before. Melinda was nice and friendly and when the trouble started with Bolt, she stood by my side. But I don’t know if that’s normal or different. For all I know she was protecting a customer from getting into a lot of trouble.”
“Customer? Did she charge you?”
“Charge me? No. Was she supposed to?”
“Logan, you do know what a sportin’ girl is don’t you? Or a whore?”
“I’ve heard that word. I seen a few fights started over the word. But that’s all.”
“Logan, a whore, or as they are called around here, a sportin’ girl, are woman who have sex with men for money. It’s like paying the livery for a horse to ride for a few days. You ride it and give it back. That’s a whore. You fuck them and you give’em back.”
“Mister,” Clete stepped in. “Melinda didn’t want Logan to leave. I truly think she’s sweet on him.”
Mister kinda perked up at the news. “Really? Missus was kinda hoping that would be the case.”
“I have no idea what you mean,” I said.
“Logan, Melinda and Missus are old friends. Melinda has an issue with normal sized men. Men with a regular sized cock can’t even get a rise out of her. I was with her a few times when Missus was injured. You and I are probably the only men around who can take care of her needs. She’s a wonderful woman. She’s strong, loving, honest, loyal...”
“Sound like you should have married her instead of Missus.”
Mister sat up straight and I noticed his neck getting red.
“Logan, on account of you being ignorant and all, I’m not gonna beat you to dust. Don’t you ever suggest anything like that again.”
“I’m sorry, Mister. I didn’t mean any offense but you said some might nice things about Melinda. I only heard a man say those sorts of nice things about his wife or his girl.”
“Well Melinda holds a special place in Missus heart, and mine for that matter.”
Mister paused for a bit and got quiet. Then he looked at Clete and said, “Clete would you excused us. I need to talk to Logan alone.”
“Sure thing, Boss.”
Clete got up and headed for the door. I was fixing to follow him for fear of Mister taking me to task over my words. When the door closed, Mister got up and looked around to see if anyone was left in the cookhouse. Finding the place empty he came back and took a seat next to me.
“Logan what I’m about to tell you is for you only. If word of this gets out, it will come from you and I’ll shoot you dead. Do you understand?”
“I don’t like threats, Mister Tucker.”
I started to stand up when he put a hand on my shoulder and stopped me.
“Then how about you give me your word of honor that you’ll never repeat what I’m going to tell you. I’ll accept that from you.”
I sat back down and knew what was being required of me.
“I can do that. You have my word that what you tell me at this table will go no further than between you and me.”
Mister Tucker took a deep breath, let it out and quietly said, “Melinda is Missus sister. As soon as Missus grabbed hold of your cock she was bound and determined to have you and Melinda get together. Now I have no idea as to thoughts of marriage but certainly the idea of you satisfying Melinda on occasion is definitely on Missus mind.”
“Sisters? If I can ask, how did one end up the wife of a rancher and the other the owner of a sportin’ house?”
“Missus and Melinda were whores back East. Because of the way they are built between their legs they ran through men like they were cutting hay. They were seeing as many men as they could every day. Their reputation was horrible. Entire cattle drives would stop at their place and just go at them man after man after man.”
“My God.”
“Then one day I walked in and Missus took care of me and when she saw and felt the size of my cock she latched on. I was fresh off a drive and instead of cash I took my pay for the drive in the form of a really good bull and several cows. The three of us, me, Missus, and Melinda packed up and moved way out here. We figured that coming this far West, neither Missus nor Melinda would run into any former customers.
“Things were going good for a year or so when a herd drove through and two of the cowboys recognized Melinda. They tried to get her to take on the whole of the trail herd hands. She did but never said anything about her sister being here. They paid her a lot of money and that set her off. Melinda decided that she liked getting fucked even if she couldn’t feel it most of the time.
“So, Missus gave her a chunk of the money she still had saved up from her whoring days and Melinda went to town, built the hotel and the sportin’ place next to the saloon and she took in the girls working in the saloon. The saloon owner, who has since been shot and killed, decided having the girls out of the saloon improved the gambling and reduced the number of fights.
“Now the cowboys go to Melinda’s, get a girl, take her to the saloon for drinks and dancing. No one bothers anyone because everyone knows that the only girls in the saloon are girls who are already hired out. The girls pay rent on their rooms to Melinda; she has the Doc take care of them if they get sick or whatever. Melinda still picks up the occasional cowboy to fuck but generally isn’t in business. Her business is the hotel and the club. Then you came a long and now I gather that she has her eye on you like Missus had one on me.”
I looked at the big man and shook my head a few times.
“Mister Tucker, why does everyone call her Missus?”
“She doesn’t like her first name. She won’t get it changed or take on another because it’s an old family name and she honors it. But she hates it and no! I’m not gonna tell you what it is. It would mean a severe and sudden demise for both of us.”
“OK. So, what do I do now?”
“Hell if I know. I hope you keep riding for the brand and that you get into town to take care of Melinda once in a while. It looks like I’m gonna be building a cabin for Clete and Silvy. He’ll stay on as foreman and I guess we’ll have little ones running around soon. Missus will love that. She always wanted children. That’s why we take care of the orphanage in town.”
“Mister, who knows about Missus and Melinda?”
“You, me, Missus and Melinda. And that’s all that are gonna know, right?”
He sorta growled the last part and I nodded confirming my agreement and shook his hand. I looked down at my now cold dinner and when I looked up, Mister Tucker was standing.
“I got work to do.”
And with that he was off and out the door. I sat, alone, in the cook house, eating my cold beans, bacon, and biscuits, thinking, “What the heck have I gotten myself into? What was I thinking?”
I had a job and a place to live. I got paid well. And apparently I had a girl.
Well, a woman.
Or she had me!
I needed to be clearer on that.
Sisters! Damn!
I was shook awake and looked up to see one of the other hands.
“Logan time to get up.”
“OK. Who are you?”
“I’m Bobby Drew. I have been here about a year. Mister is having a meeting at the cook house in a little while. We need to be there.”
I climbed out of my bunk, put on my hat and the rest of my outfit. I stopped at the water basin outside the door and quickly washed the sleep out of my eyes. I headed over to the cook house. I got a plate of eggs, ham, and potatoes then a cup of coffee before taking a seat next to Clete. Remembering my cold dinner from the previous night, I dug in right away.
“Men, I got a few things to say,” Mister said rising to his full height. “We’re going to have some changes around here. First, Cletes gonna build himself a small cabin on the property. It will be built on the opposite side of the main house away from the bunkhouse. When it’s done, Clete is getting hitched to Silvy.”
“I thought he was already hitched to her. Since they got together none of us have had a chance with her.”
“Yeah, well you won’t be having a chance with her anymore and what’s more since they’re getting married the rest of you will treat her like a lady. Her whoring days are over. You all will treat her with respect or you will be gone after Clete beats some manners into your sorry hides. Any questions?”
“Mister,” Blue asked. “Is this gonna be a thing? That is building cabins for married men?”
“It might. Cletes is gonna build the place and pay for it on his own. If more of you get hitched, talk to me. It could be that we build a settlement around here.”
That caused a considerable amount of murmuring until Mister got everyone’s attention again.
“HEY! Second, if you ain’t met him yet, we got a new man. Logan O’Dell stand up.”
I stood and looked around the room, tipping my hat to the room in general.
“Yes he is the man that killed Asher Bolt. The past few days he and Clete have taken the wood to Branden Bolt and we have reason to believe that the Bolts may have it in for the Square T and its hands. If you go to town don’t go alone and keep a lookout for any Bolts.”
Everyone looked around at each other. Mister let the whispers and quiet chat quiet down before he continued.
“Third, the cattle we just brought in are gonna be ready for branding in a few days. Make sure you’re ready for it. With this new batch of cows our herd is back up over a thousand head. Since the Bolts tried to cut the herd while it was unbranded, I assume that they’ll be looking to rustle some. We’ll be having at least two riders watching the herd all the time.”
That brought out several moans and groans. The hands knew it meant a shift of riders going all night long. If there was going to be trouble it was probably going to be at night and the moon was gonna be full over the next few days. I looked over at Clete and shook my head. I needed to find out a few things when the meeting was over.
“Finally, with the herd being back up to the size I want, I’m looking to hire a few more hands. If you know of a good hand that might be available let me know and have him come see me. That’s all I had. Clete you got the schedule for covering the herd?”
“Yes, sir. I’ll get the shifts posted on the wall by the door.”
“Good. Anybody got questions?”
No one said anything, so Mister stood up and said, “OK, then let’s get to work.”
He headed for the door with Clete close behind. When they got to the door, Clete stopped and pulled out a used nail already in the door, he posted the riding assignments. He came back to me and took me by the arm, pulling me aside.
“You and I are doing the night watch tonight. I have a feeling that the Bolts are going to pull something. If they run off a mess of cows before we brand them we’ll never get them back. The call went out today for hands during the round up and branding so the Bolts know when we’re going to do that. I think tonight or tomorrow is going to be the time.”
“OK. What time do we head out?”
“After dinner. Say about seven o’clock. Wear dark colors.”