Ariel Winter’s adult adventures

They call it When The World Went White. A flash in the sky that covered the planet eliminating the world’s electricity and leaving barbarism in it’s place. Warlords arose and carved out their own fiefdoms, territories, and kingdoms through bloody violence. His name is Dirk, traveling the lands of California looking for a place to finally put aside his guns and sword and rest. His companion, Ariel Winter, follows him on his adventures as they struggle to survive in the new, bloody world.

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The sun beat down on Ariel’s skin like a torch. Sweat gleamed on her tan flesh and rolled down her body to soak into her leather coverings. She wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand as she looked around at where they were. The desert surrounding them looked like every inch of desert they had traveled through since leaving the last town. They hadn’t been able to take much in the way of supplies with them having had to leave in quite a bit of hurry which totally wasn’t her fault. When was the last time somebody had a bowl of apples anyway?

Since the world had Went White, Ariel was sure that the sun was getting hotter or, at least, that was what it felt like to her. She adjusted her fur covered top that barely covered her ample chest. Of all the things she missed since the world had ended, right now she missed sports bras the most. Her soft abdomen was completely exposed due to the fact she had left most of her clothes back in town and the sweat rolling down her stomach was soaking into her leather skirt and making her chaff. Her knee high leather boots were frayed and uncomfortable and she began wishing she had paid more attention to her old wardrobe assistant back on her TV show. Back when she had been a person. Back when she had been Ariel Winter, costar of Modern Family.

“I’m hot and I’m tired and my feet hurt and I wanna rest,” Ariel whined as she leaned against her walking stick. It was actually more of a staff, nearly six feet tall and covered with bits of ribbon and cloth of various colors she liked and thought made the ugly stick look pretty. She had gotten used to smacking people on the heads when she needed to run and she liked her stick very much. It was her best friend, especially considering her traveling companion.

Ariel saw Dirk swing his head back a little as he grunted. “Shouldn’t have lost our clothes back there then,” he said and she stuck her tongue back at him. It was the most he had said to her since their escape but considering how much he usually talked it was pretty much more than he usually said for a whole week. She didn’t know what he did before the world Went White but she suspected that what ever he had been, it couldn’t have involved much speech making. Or talking to people. Or talking.

“Were you a librarian?” Ariel asked. It was a game with them, well, mostly her but she had gotten him to agree to answer her if she guessed what he had done back before the planet had gone to shit. She hadn’t guessed right yet and based on his noncommittal grunt she had guessed wrong again. She wiped the sweat from her wide expanse of cleavage and noticed an odd odor. Lifting her arm up she sniffed her armpit and gagged. “Oh my God! I stink too!” she yelled with disgust.

Dirk grunted again by way of reply but didn’t say anything else which just made Ariel madder. “It’s okay for you, you’re just sitting up on a horse. I’m the one that has to walk everywhere!” she yelled at him defiantly, “Why can’t I have a horse or at least let me ride with you?”

“Horses are expensive,” Dirk said matter of factly, “And this horse don’t like you.”

Ariel huffed in frustration and stamped her foot in anger sending a jiggling wave through her exposed cleavage. “That’s so unfair,” she mumbled to herself as she followed behind Dirk. Her eyes were drawn to him and it was easy to understand why, he was gorgeous. He stood at over six feet tall with shaggy blond hair, broad shoulders, a muscular body, great arms, muscular thighs and legs, and was just an all around bad-ass. His six shooter rode low on his hip and his sword was hung on his back but Ariel knew that he had a second clip on his belt to hang the sword on. His leather pants were tight and made his ass look like it should be in an oil painting or something. She had hit on him numerous times before and he always turned her down preferring to keep their relationship professional but as she felt her nipples tighten at the thought of him above her and in her with the stars over head she knew she had it in her to wear him down eventually.

“The only reason the horse doesn’t like me is because you, like, told it to not like me or something,” Ariel complained as she slouched along behind Dirk. It was just her luck, really. First she had discovered a new found confidence in her overly developed body just before turning eighteen, then the skies all over the world had turned white plunging the planet into a feudal hell-scape, and now she couldn’t even get laid with one of the last men on earth. “I’m sooo thirsty,” she whined.

As they reached the top of a hill, Ariel looked back at the setting sun. “Hey. What’s that?” she asked pointing back at the way they had come.

“It’s a spring,” Dirk said without even bothering to look back.

“Oh my God! Like with water and stuff?” Ariel asked with her hands clasped to her impressive chest.

Sensing Ariel had stopped, Dirk clicked his horse around and looked at her. “Forget it. It’s too open. We’d be seen,” he said sternly.

Ariel looked back at Dirk with wide, dark, hopeful eyes. “So, like, we can’t spend the night but we could stop at least. Refill the old canteens and what not. Let your stupid, hateful horse get a drink. Right?”

Dirk rolled his eyes and tried not to let the frustration he was feeling enter his voice. She was a nice kid but still young and nobody was needier than a teenage girl as far as he was concerned. “The horse ain’t hateful, he’s smarter than you think. He just ain’t forgot what you did to him when you two first met,” he said.

“That was not my fault,” Ariel said defensively, “And maybe I could make it up to him by getting him a drink?”

Dirk sighed in frustration. “We ain’t staying,” he warned. “You get yourself a drink, get the horse a drink, brush him down. I’ll see if I can spot some game, maybe scare us up some fresh dinner for when we do stop tonight,” he said in the tone of a man that expected his orders to me carried out to the letter.

Ariel jumped up and down in glee, not even Dirk failing to notice how her voluptuous body jiggled, before coming to attention and giving him a mock salute. “Sir, yes, sir,” she said before skipping away towards the spring.

When Dirk finally caught up to Ariel he gave her the reins to the horse that she had immediately forgotten. “Don’t go wandering off. Keep an eye open. Stay out of the open. Always be prepared,” he told her with a small jab of his finger to her chest.

“You worry too much,” Ariel said as she took the reins and led the horse down to the spring as Dirk took off at a jog to try and catch them their night’s meal. The spring was nestled inside of a deep crater with scrub brush surrounding it. The natural rock formation kept it hidden from the trail which is how she had missed it the first time and she couldn’t even see the trail from where she was. “Yeah, we are so perfectly safe here,” she told the horse as she patted it affectionately on it’s rear-end. The horse’s head flipped back and it’s teeth snapped together as it tried to bite her and she squeaked in surprise.

Ariel shooed at the horse’s head as it turned around and started drinking from the spring. “The only reason you don’t have a name yet is because Dirk won’t let me call you ‘Asshole’,” she grumbled under her breath. She stepped away several feet from the thirsty animal and filled up the canteens and water skins, keeping an eye on the horse to make sure it didn’t get to close and get it’s horse slobber in her water. Next she brushed the horse down as best as she could, or rather as much as it would let her, and then sat down next to the water to take her boots off.

Dipping her feet in the cool water, Ariel moaned in relief. “That feels soooo good,” she groaned before looking over at the still drinking horse. “You are so lucky you don’t have real feet,” she told him as she reached down and massaged her aching feet. The water was cool and crystal clear as she ran her wet hand up her smooth, tired calves. She noticed her strange odor and sniffed under her armpits again, her face screwing up in disgust. “Oh this is ridiculous,” she told the horse, “It’s not like we’re in a hurry to get any where,” she muttered.

In a flash, Ariel was stripped naked and wading out into the cool water. The pool only came up to just below her fleshy ass leaving her completely exposed but she wasn’t worried, the only person she saw was the horse. She bent over with her thick ass pointed back at the bank of the pool and cupped her hand, bringing the cool water up to her impressive chest and letting it roll down her body. The cool water quickly brought her dark nipples to full hardness and caused her to giggle out as the water tickled her naked body.

The nubile girl covered her entire luscious body in the cool water, bringing goosebumps all over her exposed flesh. She rinsed off as best she could, first cleaning under her arms and then lifting each large breast up to wash underneath and letting them fall back down. Each firm orb jiggled wildly for a moment before returning to their natural shape as she continued cleaning down her exposed skin until she reached the juncture between her thick thighs. She cleaned herself as best she could between her legs, a coy smile forming on her lips as her fingers slid across her suddenly warm pussy. She chewed her bottom lip for a moment, thinking over her options, where she was, how much time she had left before Dirk would be back, when the last time she actually saw another living person besides Dirk. She looked over at the horse ignoring her as it ate the grass around the pool and came to a decision. “Fuck it. A girl needs some alone time,” she said to herself.

Ariel found a broad, exposed rock, warm to the touch having absorbed the California sun all day, and laid down flat on her back. She gripped each of her large tits in her hands, squeezing them playfully and smiling to herself as she began teasing her hard nipples, twisting the hard nubs and rolling them between her fingertips. She kneaded her firm orbs until her warm flesh was oozing between her outspread fingers, her nipples scrapping against her palms as she giggled girlishly to herself. Her breathing became short and ragged as she molested her chest, her back arching as she filled her palms with her warm, voluminous tits.

One of Ariel’s hands traveled down her overly developed body, over her soft stomach to the now burning juncture of her thighs. Her fingers danced between her legs, toying with her plump pussy-lips and bringing a groan of lust from her lips. She slid her middle finger between her labia, teasing her horny hole as her clit slid from it’s sheath and she rolled her wide hips up to meet her questing hand. Her other hand released her tit and joined the other between her outspread legs, two fingers sliding up and down on either side of her sizzling little clit as she slowly slid her middle finger into her wet pussy. She gasped out in pleasure, her eyes closed in bliss, her head thrown back as she enjoyed the way her fingers were making her feel. She continued rocking her hips up to meet her fingers, fucking herself as her horny body writhed in ecstasy, her orgasm already beginning to rise.

A loud scrape drew Ariel’s attention and she opened her eyes to see a dirty, well worn boot next to her head. She followed the boot up to a pair of ratty, ill-worn jeans, a gunman’s belt holding a old six-shooter, a ragged button up shirt that had probably started life as a white dress shirt, and a old, wrinkled face with a wicked smile and long, dirty hair. Embarrassment crept over her at first, her fingers still buried between her legs before she realized what was happening.

“Don’t stop on my account,” the dirty old man chuckled.

Ariel screamed in fright, pulling her hands away from her sticky pussy, and tried to roll away from the man but found another pair of boots blocking her path. She looked up at the second man, dressed in similar, grubby fashion as the first and possibly even uglier. She screamed again and tried to crab walk down the large stone to the water but both men simply laughed and yanked her back up from the water.

“Don’t leave yet, little one,” the second man said as he and his partner threw the girl back down onto the ground.

“Came lookin’ for a horse and found ourselves a porn star,” a third voice called out from behind Ariel.

Ariel tried to scream but the breath was knocked out of her as the three men jumped on top of her. Their grungy hands crawled over her body, squeezing and pinching her skin, groping and kneading her flesh as she tried to call out. One of the men grabbed her arms and yanked them above her head, pulling her large, wobbling tits up high and tight on her chest. Another man crawled between her legs, spreading them wide as he began unfastening his jeans. And the third man sat up on his knees next to her head, his pants already undone and his rapidly hardening prick in his hands. She tried to scream again before the third man shoved his half-hard cock in her mouth, plugging her scream.

The man fucking the young girl’s mouth grinned wildly, a string of drool escaping from his mouth. “Fuuuuck she got a pretty mouth, Jeb,” he giggled as her lips slid back and forth across his shaft and her tongue wiggled back and forth along the side of him. He held her head up with one of his dirty hands while he began squeezing one of her large tits with the other. “And what a pair of udders she got,” he said as he viciously pinched her nipple.

The man between the girl’s thighs squeezed his cock into her tight hole, groaning in pleasure as her wet, hot pussy parted around him. “Damn, her pussy’s just about the best I ever had, Glen,” he said with a deep chuckle. He buried himself balls deep inside of her, his bloated sack resting on her compacted ass before he pulled himself out and back in again. He started fucking her roughly, her entire body jiggling beneath him, making her gag around Glen’s cock in her mouth with every thrust. “You doin’ alright up there, Dave?” he chuckled as he roughly fucked the helpless girl.

“Fuck you both and hurry up,” Dave growled, “I want my turn.” He held the girl’s wrists together with one hand while using his other one to undo his pants, his cock already hard and aching in his pants.

Glen’s swinging ball sack smacked wetly against the young girl’s cheek as he fucked her mouth. He held her head up by her dark hair, slipping his cock as deep inside of her throat as he could, choking her with his length. Her throat convulsed around his shaft as he continued plunging in and out of her, barely giving her anytime to breath as he raped her beautiful face.

With no other choice except to choke and die, Ariel sucked the man’s cock in her mouth, timing his thrusts so that she could grab a quick breathe every time he pulled back. She used her tongue on him to move his shaft around her mouth to keep it from blocking her air supply, angry that whatever she did to him so that she could breath was probably making it seem she was actually participating in her own rape. But she was trapped and all she could do was wait.

The man between her legs, Jeb she thought his name was, was banging against her to the point she thought he was going to pop her legs out of their sockets. She tried to roll her hips away from him, to get some relief from the pressure and pain but every time she moved he just moved with her, his prick trapping her against the rock with every thrust. Her masturbating had made her wet and slick for him, giving him easy access to her vulnerable body, making it easier for him to rape her, to use his body however he wanted. There was nothing she could do but wait.

“I’m gettin’ ‘bout tired of waiting,” Dave whined as his two friends enjoyed just about everything the young girl had to offer. His dick was already out of his pants, ready to go. All he had to do was wait for an open hole.

“You ever think maybe the sound of your voice ain’t exactly gonna help speed things along?” Jeb said with a wolfish grin. He grabbed the young girl by her ankles, holding her stubby legs wide open for him, allowing him to fuck her even deeper, her whole body writhing beneath him. Her pussy was tight, wet, and gushing juices. He could hear her panting around Glen’s cock in her mouth as she got ready to cum. He had no doubt it had nothing to do with him, it was all biology and the fact she had just about been cumming when she had first noticed him. But her cunt fluttering around him still felt about as good as heaven to him.

Ariel’s eyes flew open as her body betrayed her and she came. Her pussy clamped down on the cock penetrating her, rippling around it, trying to milk it of it’s cum. She could feel her juices gushing out of her, spilling onto the ground, puddling around her ass. Her entire body shook and shuddered as she tried to scream out in forced pleasure around the cock in her mouth, gagging around it as it relentlessly continued plunging in and out of her.

“F,u,u,u,u,c,k,” Jeb stuttered as he came, filling the young teen girl’s tight cunt with about three months of his thick seed. It had been a long time between whorehouses and this little teenage girl was just about the hottest piece of ass he had slipped into in quite a good while.

“Sweet Jesus!” Glen gasped as he came, his cum shooting straight down the young girl’s throat. She began choking immediately around his cock, stimulating him even more as he drained his balls into her mouth. He pulled his prick out and rubbed it around her face, giggling like a schoolgirl as he made her sticky with his seed. He looked up at Dave and sneered. “Guess it’s your turn. You want heads or tails?” he said and laughed.

Jeb joined in as he pulled his soft cock out of the girl’s tight pussy. “Heh, sorry about that, Dave. Guess you’re just gonna have to make due,” he said with a chuckle.

Dave threw the girls hands down and she immediately curled up in a ball, coughing up Glen’s cum. “That ain’t funny, guys,” he whined as he watched the semen dripping out of the girls mouth onto her tits as well as out of her pussy and over her asshole, “Where am I gonna stick it now?”

“Hell.”

Dave’s head lifted off of his shoulders and arced through the air leaving a trail of scarlet droplets falling behind him, twinkling in the failing sunlight like fireworks.

“The fuck…!” Jeb managed to blurt out before a sound like thunder echoed through the desert and his eye exploded though the back of his head.

Before Dave’s head had a chance to land, Glen rolled back, feeling a bullet slide right past his cheek before he had fallen on his bare ass. His pants were around his thighs so it was easy to pull his gun but before he could raise it a sword pierced his chest, pinning him to the stone. As his vision started to blur and darkness crept in around him, he looked up at the man who had killed him. “The fuck are you…?” he gasped before dying.

“Don’t reckon it matters much now,” Dirk said as he stood up protectively over Ariel’s gasping body. “You okay?” he asked the flushed girl with something like real concern in his voice.

Ariel looked up at Dirk, a sheen of sweat covering his muscular arms as his eyes peered out around them. Her heart fluttered at the sight of him, every inch the hero. Even despite everything that had happened to her over the last few minutes she found herself drawn to him. How could she not love him? “I’m… I’m fine,” she muttered.

Dirk took one last look over the naked girl before sheathing his sword and holstering his gun. “Get cleaned up, get your clothes back on and get your shit packed up,” he said as he walked to his horse, “This spring is known so there must be a settlement nearby, we can’t stay here.”

Standing up Ariel glared angrily at Dirk’s horse. “And a fat lotta good you were,” she growled a the beast.

“Don’t be like that,” Dirk said, “Who do you think brought me back here?”

Ariel glared at the beast before huffing and shrugging in surrender sending a ripple through her abundant breasts. She turned around and began gathering her things as she muttered, “Still don’t like ‘em.”

—–

The sun glaring in her eyes woke Ariel up. She sat up in her sleeping bag and looked around the campsite. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and saw that Dirk was already up and ready for the day. He’d used the last of the jerky to make sandwiches with the last of the bread and had set one aside for her along with a cold cup of coffee. “Can’t we at least make a small fire to warm the coffee?” she whined.

“Nope,” Dirk said simply as he sat on her haunches and stared off into the distance, “Those corpses we left have attracted buzzards and from a distance, folks looking at them will notice the smoke from a campfire. Wouldn’t be to hard to put together who left the bodies and if folks go looking for the bodies they’re gonna find us.”

Ariel rolled her eyes. “You are the light and rainbow of California, Dirk,” she mumbled as she scooted out of her bag. “Is there at least a little water left? I still feel icky where those guys tried to rape me,” she wondered as she began straightening up he area.

“Nope,” Dirk said without inflection, still on his hunches and still staring off into the distance, “Last of it went into the coffee.”

“Rather have the water,” Ariel mumbled as she finished rolling up her gear into her bag. She looked around at their pitiful campsite and sighed in despair. “Suppose that’s the last of the food,” she grumbled as she sat down and poked pitifully at her small sandwich and cold coffee.

“Yep,” Dirk answered plainly.

Ariel sighed again but when Dirk didn’t respond she began trying to chew the jerky sandwich making loud smacking noises before trying the coffee. Technically it was her fault they hadn’t had time to fill up all the water skins before playing water nymph and then getting attacked before Dirk had dragged her away from the spring but he had the good graces not to bring it up. The coffee was terrible and she made exaggerated gagging noises as she drank. When Dirk still didn’t respond she slapped her ample thighs dramatically. “You could at least pretend to be worried!” she growled at him, “We’ll probably starve to death around lunch time.”

Dirk grunted with a small shrug of his shoulders. “Figured I’d just order a steak,” he said matter of factly.

Ariel threw her hands up and groaned in frustration. “Good idea, we’ll just order ourselves a couple of steaks, maybe a side salad to go with ’em. ‘Excuse me Mister Scrawny Desert Jack-Rabbit, may we see a wine menu please?’” she mocked.

“I’d settle for a beer,” Dirk said impassively.

Eyeing her travel companion, Ariel kept trying to chew her food. “And where are you going to get a beer at in the middle of the desert?” she mumbled around her food before trying to wash it down with her coffee.

Without answering, Dirk stood up and walked over to the sour young girl. He grabbed her pack and threw it over his horse before mounting up. The horse grunted, never making much noise whenever Dirk was in the saddle, as he nodded off into the distance. “Figure a town with it’s own spring would probably have a bar with beer,” he said before clicking the horse forward.

Ariel managed to swallow her last bite with help from the last sip of the cold coffee before grabbing her staff and standing up. “What town?” she asked incredulously as she looked off into the horizon. Off in the distance, maybe an two hour walk, there were several billows of smoke rising up into the air. “Oh my God, civilization,” she gasped in awe.

“I don’t know about all that,” Dirk said.

With a straight march it took Dirk and Ariel nearly two hours to reach the edge of the town. Ariel was dragging her feet from exhaustion while Dirk scanned the surrounding area, his eyes taking in everything, his keen mind cataloging everything his eyes saw and his ears heard. Even Ariel’s groaning.

“I died,” Ariel panted, “I died three hours ago, killed by the jerky sandwich and now I’m in hell. A long, hot, endless desert hell.” Sweat ran down her voluptuous body, her shoulders were slumped and her dark hair was plastered to her head and hanging in her eyes.

“Could be worse,” Dirk said out of nowhere. He had been quiet, as usual, since they had left their little, pathetic camp and these were the first words Ariel had heard from him all morning. “You haven’t been to Detroit lately,” he finished.

“When were you in Detroit?” Ariel asked, astonished that Dirk had even said that much.

“Oh, awhile back,” he answered before sliding off of the horse. He grabbed Ariel’s arm and brought her beside the horse with him, parallel to the town so they wouldn’t be seen or over heard to easily. “Remember, we never saw those men tried to rape you, never saw the spring. We just camped at that shitty, little nook and made it here,” he warned.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Ariel said with a roll of her eyes as she drew her fingers over her lips like a zipper, “Mums the word. I know the drill, Dirk.”

Dirk nodded at her before grabbing the horse’s reins and leading them into the town. The dusty town had a main entrance with two large buildings on either side and he made sure to make a note of their position in case it came in handy later. The building on the right side was a tack and feed store for the farmers trying to get something to grow in the hard dirt of the California desert while the building on the right was the animal stable. Leading the horse to the stable Dirk made them wait at the entrance to the barn where everybody could get a nice, calm look at him and his companion.

“Can I help you, stranger?” an older man said as he stepped from the shadows of the horse barn into the harsh daylight. The man was probably in his fifties wearing overalls with no shirt, a balding head and a graying beard.

“That depends on if you do much in the way of trading,” Dirk said. He waited patiently for the old man to give him and Ariel the once over before he spoke again.

“Pretty much all we can do around here,” the man said with a toothy grin. “No real city or towns around here when the world Went White so no money or anything left laying around. Hell, only reason this town is here at all is that it was a ranch for all the rich and famous to keep their horses. What ya interested in?” he asked with a nod towards the horse.

“Room and board for the horse,” Dirk said easily, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible, “And I don’t suppose you do much with the supply store there.”

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