My Sister's Pontiac by Rev Lover

 When I was 16 I ran out of gas in my older sister's '59 Pontiac which, six months later, was to become my first car. The story that follows is the reason why.

The Pontiac was a Bonneville with a 389 V8 engine and dual exhausts. The mufflers on it were glasspacks that were really old and burned out, so the tailpipes were really loud. My sister would rev it up now and then and when she did the 389 would roar and rap the tailpipes as loud as any hotrod. The 389 used oil, so when it revved up; blue smoke poured out of the tailpipes in large volumes. I grew to like the roar of the Pontiac's tailpipes and the sight of smoke pouring out of them.

I managed to get my hands on the Pontiac one day when mom had taken my sister and her kids to town in our car. I took the Pontiac down to the same remote spot I found to go and rev mom's car. When I would take mom's car out to this spot and rev it up, the first time the pedal hit the floor was a show. Clouds of grey/black smoke poured out of the tailpipes as the engine revved to the max. Mom usually would have been putting around for as long as several weeks, and there would be lots of carbon in the engine and exhausts. Standing on the pedal for my first rev would blow a big smoke cloud and leave two big black spots on the ground where the hot exhaust had blasted out of the tailpipes.

I didn't think the Pontiac would be any different. I pulled in, parked, opened the door and looked back along the body. The Pontiac's dual pipes exited under each side of the rear bumper pointed out to the side about 45 degrees and angled down. I could see the tailpipe on my side from the seat with my foot on the gas. I put the pedal to the floor and the 389 revved up with smoke pouring out of the tailpipe. I kept the pedal to the floor for a couple of seconds. As I revved the engine to the max, the thickest gray/black smoke I had ever seen blasted out of the tailpipe onto the ground. The smoke rolled along the ground for at least 10 feet before it began to rise. The sound from the Pontiac was awesome. The dual tailpipes screamed as the 389 revved to the max and roar was incredible. After the two seconds of the pedal on the floor, black smoke was still billowing out of the tailpipes.

I let my foot up from the floor and looked at the smoke cloud rising behind the Pontiac. I had never made so much thick, dark smoke blow out of a car before. I could see a huge black conical shaped patch on the gravel where the tailpipe had blasted the exhaust onto the ground. I got out to look at the rising smoke cloud. The cloud was very large and the dark smoke just hung in the air behind the Pontiac. I went around behind the Pontiac and the noted the size of the two black pipe marks in the gravel.

I got back in Pontiac and stood on the gas again. The 389 revved and the black smoke billlowed for several more seconds. The smoke began to turn blue just before I let up but was still incredibly thick as it poured out of the tailpipe and slammed onto the gravel. I watched as the force of the exhaust from the Pontiac's screaming tailpipe sent all the small rocks and dirt in its path flying. I let up on the gas pedal and looked at the smoke as it formed a large swirling cloud. It was the biggest cloud of exhaust smoke as I had ever been able to make a car blow before. However, I had never revved anything that really smoked the way the Pontiac did either. The roar of the tailpipes was really turning me on and I had an enormous hardon.

I really got off on the roar and smoke of the tailpipes so I started flooring the pedal over and over to make the pipes roar and rap. Flooring the pedal and letting up made huge puffs of thick blue smoke belch out of the tailpipes each time the pedal was floored and released. I sat and rapped the hell out of the pipes & watched the blue smoke blow. The tailpipe that I could see on my side was blasting thick blue puffs onto the gravel with such force that the small rocks were getting ripped up and blown away. I slammed the pedal over and over to rap the pipes and watch the one on my side blow a big black hole in the gravel. After a while there were clouds blue/gray smoke swirling everywhere.

While I was making all kinds of noise and smoke, I noticed that each time I hit the gas hard the tailpipe blew a puff of black smoke before the engine really revved and made the volumes of blue smoke. I punched the pedal quickly several times from idle and the engine sort of sputtered and black smoke poured out of the tailpipe like it was flooded. I played with that effect and found that I could get the engine sputtering with black smoke pouring out of the tailpipes, forming a cloud behind the Pontiac. By pumping the pedal about half way down and letting it up in as fast of a cycle as I could make my foot perform, I pumped lots of gas into the 389. I made the 389 sputter and watched the rich black smoke pour out of the tailpipe on my side for quite a long while. Then I stood on the pedal again. The 389 revved to the max and made thick black smoke blast out of the pipe for about 2 seconds before the smoke turned back to the rich blue/gray. I really liked sight of the thick black smoke blowing out of the tailpipe while I had the pedal mashed to the floor. I played around, and several more times made the smoky sputters and held the pedal floored for a smoke billowing finale.

Then I decided to try actually flooding it. So I shut the engine off and began to pump the hell out of the pedal. After several seconds I started cranking the engine. It cranked and sputtered, but couldn't start because of my merciless pedal pumping. I cranked and cranked while I watched the black smoke puffs come the tailpipe as the 389 struggled to start. I was so hard that I was dripping. I stopped pumping the pedal and stood on the pedal as hard as I could. The 389 started and began to sputter and belch black smoke from the tailpipes. The 389 revved up and up until I had the tailpipes screaming and hot black smoke was ripping deeper holes in the gravel. While the 389 revved to the max, the black smoke billowed for several seconds and then the smoke turned to a thick blue/gray color. I let the 389 idle down and shut it off again.

I pumped the hell out of the pedal and began to crank it again. I turned around facing forward in the seat and continued to crank the 389 as I pumped the pedal. The 389 sputtered and struggled to start as I pumped & pumped & pumped. I could see black smoke rising behind the Pontiac in the rear view mirror, and puffs of black smoke from the tailpipe on my side in the side mirror. I pulled out my hot cock and began to stroke it in rythm with my pedal pumps. I pumped & pumped and stroked & stroked as the 389 smoked and struggled to start. I pumped and stroked until I was ready to really blow my hot load. I continued to pump and stroke as the 389 sputtered and smoked. My cum was almost ready to explode as the 389 struggled to start and black smoke poured out behind the Pontiac. I stopped pumping the pedal once more and stood on it as hard as I could. In a few seconds the 389 started and began to sputter and shake as it accelerated.

The 389 continued to rev up and I could see thick black smoke pouring out of the tailpipe in the side mirror. The 389 revved up until the screaming tailpipes were blasting hot black smoke, and more gravel was flying. As the 389 revved to the max, the smoke turned to the blue/gray color. I kept the pedal to the floor, stroked my hot cock, and watched in the side mirror. Large dark gray puffs exploded from the screaming tailpipe after the pedal had been floored for several seconds. The 389 was cutting out and missing and I was blowing all the carbon out of it by holding the pedal to the floor.

As I watched the smoke billow behind the screaming Pontiac in the mirrors, my cum erupted in several large arcs and splashed onto the steering wheel and in my lap. I kept the pedal floored and kept stroking until my cock stopped pumping out the hot cum. There was another huge cloud of thick dark smoke in the air behind the Pontiac and the black holes in the gravel were even deeper. I wiped up the cum and got out to look at the huge cloud and the gigantic pipe blast holes and black carbon patches in the gravel.

I knew the pipe blast marks would last for a long time as a testimonial to the intensity and duration of my pumping and revving.