Fart story one-shots 2!

The Ranch Ch4: Melissa's Ranch [scat]

"No place like home!" Jessica announced happily as they walked through the front door.

Liam found himself in a large living room, standing with the three girls, holding his suitcase in front of his crotch again. There was a couch as well as a couple of armchairs, and the wooden paneling on the walls gave the room a cozy feel. On the far end of the room was a fireplace made of stone, with a mantelpiece on top of it. Above the mantelpiece was a painting of a woman riding a horse.

"Make yourself at home, Liam," Melissa said, and the three girls moved forwards, sighing as they leisurely walked into the living room.

He looked at them for a second, but then did a double take to the painting again. It almost looked like... no way, it can't be, he thought to himself.

He kept his suitcase in front of his crotch as he made his way across the living room, staring at the painting. Eventually he was standing right in front of the fireplace, looking up at it with disbelief.

The painting depicted a woman riding a horse, viewed from the side. She wore a tight blue polo t-shirt which was tucked into an equally tight pair of khaki riding pants. A pair of long brown boots covered her feet and her lower legs, and her ponytail streamed out from under her riding helmet. The horse appeared to be in a gallop, although most of it wasn't visible as the painting was focused on the woman, who was leaning forwards, her ass raised off of the saddle. She had a curvy body, her breasts nearly bursting through her polo shirt, her nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. Her bubble butt, similar to Melissa's, was raised into the air, and her pants were peppered with rips and tears by her ass, as if her butt had torn her pants open. A glimpse of her nude buttocks was visible.

Poop was exploding out of her butt as she stuck it out behind her, brown logs and splatters of shit flying through the air, some of it painted to be a blur. The woman wore an expression of relief as she rode, with her eyes narrowed and her mouth open in a beautiful smile.

Liam's cock throbbed, at full attention again. He gaped at the painting above the fireplace. He couldn't believe it was real. It just couldn't be real. After everything he saw today, after sitting in a car for hours with three hot girls who wouldn't stop farting, after hearing Melissa endlessly joke and tease him about poop, and after actually watching Jessica take one of the biggest dumps he'd ever seen, with her large round butt right next to him, he'd walked into the ranch house to see this painting. It just couldn't be real. He wondered if the universe was playing a joke on him. His eyes traveled over the poop exploding out of the woman's butt as she rode her galloping horse. He wondered if he was hallucinating. His eyes carefully moved over the woman's ripped pants, the nipples poking through her shirt which barely contained her breasts, and the inviting smile on her face. There was no doubt about it, it looked erotic. He wondered if he was losing his mind.

"Hey Liam."

Olivia was standing next to him, watching him. He tore his gaze away from the painting and looked at her. Her brown eyes were already pretty, but the eyeliner she wore gave them a striking look. And he couldn't tell if she was wearing lipstick or chapstick, but her full lips looked so enticing. As he stood there, in front of the painting, Liam was suddenly struck by how cute she was, with her short jet black hair, the lock of hair dyed pink covering part of her forehead.

His face grew hot as he remembered her farting, and his brain suddenly conjured up an image of her being the woman in the painting, poop flying out of her tight ass as she rode her horse. He mentally shook himself as she spoke, trying to get rid of his filthy thoughts.

"Want me to shit in your mouth?" she asked casually, cocking her head.

"W-what?!" Liam stammered, backing away from her. He made sure his suitcase was covering his crotch, his face growing hotter as he glanced at the painting again. He looked at Olivia again, his eyes wide.