More Fun with the Pontiac, by Rev Lover

 About a month and half or maybe two months after my revving session in the Pontiac where I had it revved to the max and backfiring, I ended up being the owner of the car. My sister and brother in law bought a different car and dad bought the Boneville from them for me. The Pontiac was, after close inspection, in excellent shape overall. There were no dents or dings in the body, and the interior cleaned up very nicely. The only obvious drawback was the fact that the 389 smoked when it idled for a time or if it was revved up. The tailpipes were rusted out and part of the right one was just hanging under the trunk area. However, I was the owner of a light blue '59 Pontiac Bonneville.

I worked on detailing and waxing the paint and the car came out looking really nice. I had to remove the remnants of the tailpipes and use some heavy wire to hold the old glasspacks up under the car. The glasspacks just dumped the exhaust out horizontally ahead of the rear axle and under the body floor. The Pontiac ended up looking really sharp. The exhausts however were another story. They were really loud from inside the car and made the whole car vibrate inside when the 389 revved up. Further, the exhaust poured out under the car and seemed to come out from under it everywhere.

The exhausts made revving quite fun, however. So I took the Pontiac out for several loud, smoky revving sessions. The 389 really screamed through the burned out glasspacks and large volumes of exhaust smoke billowed from under the entire rear of the car. Smoke poured out everywhere from the rear tires back. The noise was almost deafening when I stood on the pedal and revved the 389 to the max. Clouds of the Pontiac's smoke billowed behind it as I floored and floored the gas pedal. Thick blue/gray smoke rolled out from under the car and rose in a swirling cloud as I got harder & harder, flooring the gas pedal.

Pumping up a flooded start was incredibly nice. I shut the 389 off and began to pump the hell out of the gas pedal. I began to crank the 389 and continued to pump & pump the pedal. The 389 struggled to start and chugged and shook. Wisps of black smoke began to drift out of the rear fenders and from under the trunk. I pumped the pedal as the struggling 389 chugged, sputtered, and shook the car. More and more black smoke began to puff out from under the car as I pumped and cranked. I took out my hot cock and began to stroke in rythm with my unrelenting pedal pumps. The 389 struggled and struggled pumping out volumes of thick black smoke under the car. My leg began to ache from the pumping so I put the pedal to the floor. The 389 shook the car and sputtered, struggling to start, as its thick black smoke poured out from under the car.

The 389 finally started and sputtered and sputtered. Smoke began to billow behind the Pontiac, and in a couple of seconds the 389 revved up to its trademark scream. The thickest gray/black smoke imaginable billowed out everywhere from the rear of the Pontiac. I was still stroking my hot cock as I listened to the 389 scream and watched the dark smoke almost obsure everything beside and behind the car. The smoke began to pour inside the car with me as I kept the pedal floored until the smoke became blue. My cock was ready to explode. I started pumping the pedal hard to the floor, revving and revving the 389. The Pontiac rocked and swayed as I slammed the pedal. However, I wanted to shoot my cum while the the black smoke was billowing from the screaming Pontiac.

So I shut the 389 off and began to pump and pump the gas pedal again. After pumping for about 30 seconds I began to crank the 389 and stroke my swollen cock again. The 389 cranked and cranked, but this time it was so flooded it didn't even manage a sputter or chug for almost 30 seconds. It just cranked and cranked as I mercilessly pumped the pedal and stroked my cock. The 389 began to sputter and shake the car. I watched black smoke begin to drift out of the rear fenders again as I continued to pump the pedal and stroke my shaft. After over a minute or more I decided to let the 389 start because my cum was ready to explode.

I put the pedal to the floor and the 389 began to sputter more and soon it began to rev up as thick black smoke rolled behind the Pontiac. Just as the 389 revved to a scream and its thick black smoke obscured everything behind the car, cum shot in long arcs from my cock and splashed onto the steering wheel and down on my lap. I kept the pedal to the floor as my cock spasmed and spasmed. The Pontiac's pungent exhaust smoke poured inside the car with me once more as the color of the smoke from the screaming exhausts began to turn a blue/gray. I released the gas pedal and let the 389 idle. Once again there was a giant cloud of smoke surrounding the Pontiac. I sat in the idling Pontiac as the smoke began to clear out of the interior, rested and wiped the cum from the steering wheel and horn ring.

The old Pontiac had made me lose my load again by roaring and billowing out clouds of hot exhaust smoke. I drove home with the windows down to try to get the exhaust smell out of the interior. The interior smelled like exhaust for a few days, as a testimonial to the amount of smoke that I had made the 389 blow.