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Still More Fun in the Pontiac by Rev Lover
The Pontiac with no tailpipes was one loud proposition. The exhausts had been blowing horizontally under the floor toward the rear axle. For some reason that made the exhaust sound in the car extremely loud. In order to keep the exhaust from hitting the rear axle, I put some elbows in the ends of the glasspacks. The elbows made the exhaust blow down and hit the roadway just ahead of the rear axle. The elbows helped the noise situation a little, but the Pontiac was still really loud inside. I didn't mind too much, but it was pretty noisy just driving up the highway. Flooring it to pass or just accelerate was almost deafening. I got off on flooring it though, and loved to hear the 389 screaming and watch the smoke pour out behind it. Even more fun was going someplace to floor it while sitting still.
Sitting and flooring the Pontiac yielded clouds and clouds of grey/blue smoke and overwhelmingly powerful roars from the exhausts. Revving the 389 with the door open to watch the smoke roll out from under the rear of the Pontiac developed into a favorite activity. The pipes would scream and make the whole car resonate when I floored the pedal and revved the 389 to the max. The sound and smoke got me hard and dripping in no time. I would sit with the drivers door open ramming the pedal to the floor over & over. The 389 revved & revved making huge amounts of grey/blue smoke billow out from under the back of the car.
The elbows blew the hot exhaust down onto the road surface beneath the rear floorboards. The exhaust blasted out when the 389 revved and left black spots on the road. The smoky exhaust swirled under the car after hitting the road surface. The exhaust found any way it could to come out. Which meant that the smoke came out from under the back of the car almost everyplace. When I had it revved to the max and screaming the smoke blasted out of the pipes and slammed onto the road. The road deflected the smoke and made it go all over. Then the smoke came out of the fenders, around the rear tires, and even from around the rear bumper. Basically, when sitting still with the pedal floored there was smoke everywhere from the rear tires on back.
Revving with the door open and the right wind direction filled the Pontiac's interior with smoke quickly. I came a few times to the scream of the pipes watching smoke drift past inside the car. The best way to use the wind was to position so that when the 389 screamed out the smoke that the wind pushed it back over or under the car. Then it was possible to rev while looking back at the fresh smoke blasts as they swirled out from under the car and have the drifting smoke cloud surround the car.
I found a way to fuck the Pontiac while making it roar and smoke. The Pontiac had a large bench seat. The seat was large enough that if I moved it all the way back I could lay across it and look out the open passenger door. I could lay across the seat with my cock against the front edge. I could easily pump the seat from that position. I could put my left foot on the gas pedal and rev the 389 in rhythm with pumping the seat.
I would slam the pedal to the floor with my left foot again and again. The Pontiac would rock and sway in rhythm with the pedal slams. Grey smoke would pour out of the fenders and from under the back of the car. The scream of the 389’s exhausts would resonate through the whole car making so I could literally feel it when I made the Pontiac roar. As I floored the pedal I arched forward pressing my hot lump hard against the seat. The rocking and vibration from each pedal thrust was felt between my legs. I, in turn, pumped the seat each time I floored the pedal. The volumes of dark exhaust smoke billowing out from under the Pontiac were swept up by the breeze. Rich grey smoke drifted through the open door and filled the interior.
The smell and the sight of the swirling smoke made me even hotter. I floored and pumped the Pontiac getting off on the sound and smoke as the cum built up. The roar of the Pontiac’s exhausts and the smoke made the cum build and build toward a hot wet climax. I would slow the pace of the seat pumping but keep the revving at a fever pitch, flooring and flooring the Pontiac’s pedal. In a while I would just have my back arched pressing my lump against the bouncing seat as the Pontiac swayed. The engine torque from its pedal getting mercilessly floored provided all the pumping motion I needed to cause great volumes of hot cum to flow.
The sensation of cum rising slowly toward its ultimate escape, while the Pontiac pitched, swayed, and screamed out clouds of smoke made me begin to tremble from pleasure waves emanting from between my legs. Then, inspite of my efforts at ejaculation control, hot cum would begin to shoot into my pants inside the smoke filled screaming Pontiac. As the cum began to shoot I would hold the pedal floored, filling the air with the 389's scream and sending a huge rolling cloud of dark smoke across the ground behind the car. I would keep the pedal to the floor to prolong the scream and billowing smoke until the cum ceased to flow from my spasming cock. A large, carefully pent up, load meant 5 to 6 seconds of pedal to the floor screaming 389 and smoke billowing out from under the Pontiac.
Afterwards the Pontiac reeked of exhaust and I had monster wet spot. There were two large black spots on the gravel from the Pontiac's exhaust blasts. The hot exhaust had blown onto the gravel with tremendous force and dug down into the surface. Black smoke stains radiated away from the blast marks a foot or more in all directions. The big marks were strong testimony to the intensity and duration of the Pontiac's revving. When I got home I had to change my cum filled shorts and spotted jeans.