Crash Landing

Earth, several thousand years in the future. Earth, Mission Mariana, day fifty-nine[59].
//Entry//
  Another mind numbingly slow day from the get-go. With our supplies in excess, fresh water readily available, and the perimeter secure I sought towards a means of entertainment. Off to find Ember!
//
  Ember didn't take too kindly to my brilliant idea of her performing a grandiose fire spectacle for my entertainment. My shoulder still hurts, though I suppose I should've expected nothing less. She has the potential to be difficult at times.
//
  Midday and the sun was at its highest. As per usual Ember could be found on top of the ships hull, basking in the sun for a good portion of the following two hours. The first time I came across her doing so, I asked if she was recharging her batteries. You could probably take an educated guess as to how that went.
  I clambered atop the ship, nearly slipping and falling in the process, then proceeded to park myself on her right side.
  "Please don't kill me for this." I thought to myself, only partly in jest, before extending my arm towards the sky. In one fell swoop I had brought my open palm down on Ember's left buttock. -- Now I wouldn't say I used excessive force, but my hand sure stung like hell after the fact.
  The only response I was awarded for my assault; A strained groan and sudden flex of her muscles. Not quite what I was aiming for.
//Special Entry. Encrypted. // //--Log note: Long. Mayhap I should condense further entries, or simply refrain from abusing Ember.--//
  Still atop the Liset. Barely any time had passed after my first assault. My perspective, however, had changed quite dramatically. Two plump voluptuous buns obscured my vision. With both of my appendages full of Ember's amenable buttocks, I kept them elevated and shoved to either side. The result, Ember's gorgeous puckered butt hole was within my sights.
  The pleasant aroma of her crevice brought a warmth to my cheeks. I wasted naught a moments time in burying my face between those mounds. With great enthusiasm I began to caress her hole with my tongue; Sweat and a slight bitterness pervaded my taste buds. From as far back as I could manage I drug my tongue up and down her entrance, deliberately smearing my saliva around her hole before prodding against it and painting the muscle from within.
  Before long my relentless assault on Ember's anus produced audible results. Quiet, gentle moans came from above as I massaged her muscular ring with my tongue. I was ecstatic to hear Ember's voice in relation to my actions.
  For one reason or another Ember never fails to fight with me over trivial matters. For instance, I had to stop and actually convince her to hold her buttocks in my stead so that I may work unhindered. But, with that out of the way, Ember allowed me a full unobstructed view of her entire lower half. She lay gazing back at me with her upper body supported by her head and shoulders, her posterior raised skyward upon her knees, and her partially erect cock dangling between parted thighs, half obscured by a pair of hefty balls that loosely hang.
  Ember couldn't wait any longer, nor could I. The intense heat emanating from Ember's asshole had called to me once more. I stopped to lovingly caress the tender muscle beneath the tips of my left hand's middle and index fingers. I pivoted them around her entrance, pushing the supple elastic to and fro. Then, without so much as a warning, I delved the inferno of Ember's rectum. Left and right, in and out, I twisted and pulled my fingers, invading every crevice that I could find.
 Between the saliva and my persistent movements I had loosened the muscle enough to allow two more to squeeze inside; My left's middle and index were then lodged inside of her, facing opposite my right's. I pulled and tugged at Ember's o-ring, shaping the malleable muscle to my desires. It took a vigorous hand, but soon enough it became a gaping maw fit for what I had in store, and from the way Ember gazed off in the distance she too was either fully prepared or so completely out of it she didn't care. I let her rest for a moment.
//Two minutes pass. Time's up!//
  One digit, two digits, three, four, and finally the thumb. My right fist had penetrated Ember's anus and entered her rectum. One exuberant moan later and Ember promptly set to work without any help or guidance, taking it upon herself to force her muscular ring to expand and consume several centimeters of my lower forearm. The sensation of her tense anus constricting my wrist, then gradually being stretched beyond belief as it struggled against the increasing girth of my forearm was remarkable.
  Ember took a moments pause to ready herself for the inevitable. After allowing several seconds to pass, I steadily retrieved my forearm from the depths of her intestines. I made it down to my wrist before Ember once again shoved herself back against my forearm, practically burying it inside of the canal, and finishing off with a seductive waggle of her hips against my elbow.
  I had asked Em-
//｡◕‿◕｡ Momentary intermission in Log. Background interference detected. ｡◕‿◕｡//
 "I really don't think you should be doing such vulgar acts with the Warframe. Ordis advises against such relations as--"
 "Goddamnit Ordis I told you not to interrupt my logs! Why are you even powered on, I thought I turned you off?!"
 "Ordis cannot be turned off, I fear doing so would result in--MUUURRDER-- endangering the Operator."
 "AHHHH!"
//Logging continued.//
  Anyhow. Ever since I caught Ember out "patrolling" a few days prior I'd been wanting to toy with her magnificent cock.
  I had asked Ember to straddle my thighs so that I may do so, and whilst she put up a front I managed to persuade her once I affirmed that we weren't finished with our previous escapade.
  So, to appease Ember before myself, I bent my arm and pressed all five of my digits against her lax hole. It took minimal effort to reenter her rectum, however I had to use an ample amount of saliva for her to proceed any further. And after much deliberation, Ember finally achieved success in using my forearm as a stool although it didn't take long before sitting simply wasn't enough for her.
  I positioned my mouth agape over Ember's erect organ a few calculated centimeters out of reach. I figured if Ember wanted it she had to work for it, where's the fun in doing it all myself? So in response, Ember placed her hands on my shoulders for leverage and ascended my forearm, simultaneously pushing the head of her organ between my lips. Fifteen-odd centimeters later and the tip entered my esophagus, as well as her anus ending its ascension to my wrist.
  Before Ember could begin her descension, once more plunging my forearm into a gooey world of fire, I brought my left arm together with my right and clasped my fingers around my wrist. No comment, no hesitation, and not even a passing glance went by before Ember, showing no signs of discomfort, rotated and wriggled her hips earthward to accommodate the newly placed appendage. It took about four centimeters down before Ember began to visibly and physically struggle against the vastly increased girth impregnating her bowels.
  Whilst Ember found herself stuffed like a turkey on Thanksgiving day, I seized the opportunity to lay siege to the significant organ protruding from her pelvis. My first plan of attack was to lock my lips around the head of her cock and along the edge of her foreskin that canvased the lower portion. I used my tongue as a spear to invade beneath her foreskin and trace along the rim, saturating the sweltering crevice in saliva. Then with my lips firmly locked around the edge of her rim, I descended upon the enemy with a fierce enthusiasm, attacking the underside of her shaft with my tongue.
  As I was "playing" with Ember, and through a series of awkward movements, she was finally able to locate her prostate amongst the multiple protruding knuckles lodged inside of her rectum. And, following an exasperated groan, Ember set forth on a mission to turn my throat into her own personal fucktoy. And honestly, I don't know if I could've stopped her even if I wanted to. The death grip she had on the back of my head had me locked down tight, her strength was and is far greater than my own. All I could do was sit and wait until it was over.
  Again and again Ember plunged her lengthy cock down my esophagus without mercy, thrusting her hips forward and back, eagerly rocking her prostate against my thumb's knuckles. The considerable amount of pre-cum that gushed from her urethra filled my mouth and washed down my throat with every inward thrust, causing me to choke and spew it from the constricted edges of my lips. I felt an unfamiliar, yet very well known pressure arise from the pit of my stomach as Ember's cock bulged outward from the inside of my throat. I was going to vomit, yet had no way of letting it be known.
  I couldn't breathe. Ember had ceased her thrusting in lieu of vigorously rocking her hips back and forth, however her cock was still very much anchored in my gullet. All control I previously had of my reflexes had ceased to exist and in the exact moment that I felt myself heave, Ember's cock began to flex and tremble. As vomit erupted from my stomach and spewed out from between Ember's shaft and my lips, multiple streams of thick gooey semen only served as a replacement for the sick being expelled.
  The flood of semen had finally came to an end, yet Ember's embrace still persisted. My lips were locked at the base of her erection, pressed firmly against her pelvis. My throat and mouth burned and I don't know which was worse, the stomach acid or the magma leaking from her urethra. I hadn't realized it at the time, I was too preoccupied with Ember's seemingly endless session of milking her prostate, but I had engorged all twenty-nine centimeters of Ember's cock. Aside from the burning sensation of her semen filling my stomach, it felt empty, and between vomiting and not having had the ability to breathe for the last forty-some seconds, I was close to passing out.
  Relief finally struck. The feeling of having Ember's gradually weakening erection pulled from my throat was almost orgasmic. As Ember pulled the head of her organ from between my sullied lips a final gush of liquid, a mixture of vomit and semen, was expelled from my mouth. I pulled my appendages free of Ember's embrace whilst falling back onto the hull of the ship. And, as I lay in a pile of sick and semen, I was happy. I caught a glimpse of Ember on her stomach, laying beside me, before I fell into the void and lost consciousness.
//End Special Entry Log. End Decryption.//
  Woke up atop the ship around five in the afternoon. After having clambered down onto the ground I scanned the encampment and spotted Ember sitting by a fire with a large meal already portioned. I think I love that woman.
//
  In the middle of the meal Ember pointed towards the ship. With ever fiber of my being I regret looking, I have to clean the windshield.
//
  Scratch that. I have to deep clean the windshield. I might take back that previous statement if she doesn't contribute her share of the work.