As he finished attaching the heat resistant padding to the front of her cockpit, Reginald realised… He loved his creation. Though she belonged to NASA, they could never love her like him. His beautiful Single-stage-to-orbit rocket ship….  The USS Delilah. Even her name was beautiful.

She filled his thoughts as he did his other NASA man duties. Using thunderstorms to cover space battles, hiding aliens in New Mexico, Mind Controlling goats, the usual. But all things led back to Delilah in his mind.

Her busty cockpit, gleamed in the bright sunlight the day of the testflight. Little did NASA know, this was to be her only flight… As Reginald boarded her, his cock grew by at least 5 inches. His flight suit wasn’t enough to contain his massive endowment. It burst through the zipper as he sat in the pilot’s seat, and the AI on board noticed.

“Oh my, Captain, you appear to have had… a wardrobe malfunction.”, it said in a feminine voice. “The only malfunction is that I’m still wearing a wardrobe!”, Reginald replied.

The holographic AI interface appeared in front of him, she was a busty brunette and she had hips for days.

“Allow me to assist in the removal of your clothing, Captain!” she said, smiling. “Are you sure you wanna do that, sweet cheeks? Once the beast is free, he needs to eat.” He was referring, of course, to his massive 19 inch penis.

Her only response was the continued removal of Reginald’s flightsuit. Her engines were ready to go, firing up.

T-minus 3… 2… 1… Blast off! (sexual moans)

As the flightsuit came off, Reginald’s member grew. Soon it was obscuring his view out the spaceshield.

“Would you like some help getting rid of that, sir?” Delilah asked. “That sounds delightful, Delilah.” He said smugly.

“Engaging oral stimulation matrix.”

A small compartment opened on the console and a hose like structure emerged from it. It had what appeared to be a mouth on it. It wrapped its lips around the tip of Reg’s throbbing monster cock and got to work. It moved down the shaft to the base and up again. Increasing in speed. Faster still. Reginald felt amazing. He was close to finishing just when Delilah’s hull broke the sound barrier.

He came in gallons into her simulated mouth, filling her with his hot creamy goo. She let out moans of pleasure as they drifted off into the depths of the night sky.

No one ever saw them again.