Annie - A Heavy Metal story

Annie plays lead guitar in Norse Power Metal band Gedanke und Erinnerung. After a show she heads out for some fresh air, but gets a lot more than she expected.

‘Fucking awesome, Berlin!’
The lights dropped as the amps sizzled and hummed, and the crowd chanted in the darkness.
‘Gib uns mehr! Gib uns mehr!’
Annie wiped the sweat from her face with her wristband, unplugged the jack from her Gretsch, laid it against the face of the closest stack and made her way backstage, kicking aside empty bottles and a variety of other projectiles that had been launched at the band as they played their encore.
‘Gib uns mehr! Gib uns mehr!’ Still they called as the house lights came up, revealing the horde of black and red clad warriors, many of them steaming and moshing still, despite the music having stopped some time ago now.
The Valkyrie, as they were known, were some of the most renowned metal heads on the circuit, and would often cause havoc in a venue after, and sometimes even during, a Gedanke und Erinnerung show. As the chanting continued, Annie embraced Gabriel and Davide enthusiastically, ‘fuck, guys, that was fucking amazing!’
‘It was fucking crazy, again, Annie.’ Bjarn remonstrated from the heavy leather couch. ‘It’s ok for you three, you can move around, but you know when the fucking Valkyrie start throwing things I have to just sit there and take it. And you bastards encourage them! The cunts split my fucking bass open tonight.’
‘Bjarn, you need to chill, those guys are our lifeblood! Without them we’d be nothing, and without us they’d have nothing, it’s a fucking symbiosis.’
‘Symbiosis my ass, Annie; you’re all fucking crazy and I need a break from you, and from them.’
‘We’ve got five more dates and then we get some time off for the studio Bjarn, you know that; get some fresh air and get your head together while the guys get the gear packed up, we’ll talk some more on the coach overnight.’
Despite being a miserable cunt, Bjarn was a fucking good drummer, and without him GuE would never have got their break, so Annie, Gabrielle and Davide always let him have his moan, even though it brought them down off their stage high so quickly after every show.
‘I’m going out to see some of the Valkyrie, guys, any of you coming?’ Annie didn’t wait for a reply, she took a deep slug of chilled water and pushed open the emergency exit door to make her way out to Klosterstrasse, where their exiting supporters were beginning to carry their chants and rough-housing into the street.
Annie was recognized as soon as she came out of the shadows from the side alley. A group of fans approached her, loud and aggressive. Any normal girl Annie’s age might have been scared by their demeanour, but Annie had spent four years in the thick of this group of violent looking angry young men and women, and even longer as one of them before GuE hit the big leagues.
‘Guys! fucking guys!’ She cried out, opening her arms wide.
‘ANNIE! ANNIE! ANNIE!’ They chanted as they closed around her, lifting her momentarily off her feet, pushing and shoving each other to get close to their guitar idol.
She let them roll her around a little and take their photos as she pulled faces and kissed them, and play-fought with them, punching and elbowing them, giving them exactly what they hoped for from the girl whose riffs bit into their souls and dragged them from their dim realities into the shining escapism that is Norse power metal.
Some minutes passed and the crowds dispersed slowly. Annie walked a while, and as she did she found herself standing outside one of a number of Government buildings at the southern end of Klosterstrasse, asking one of the security guards if they had a cigarette she could have, and taking a deep draw as she dipped her head towards his hands to make use of his lighter too.
‘Thanks,’ she called back as she walked a few yards further down the street, savouring the warmth and clarity the cigarette smoke brought to her mind with each draw.
She reached the end of a line of cars and had her attention grabbed by a beautiful chrome laden Harley, a classic 90’s heritage softail, painted in a deep gloss black with a peppermint pin-stripe motif around the tank and over the mud-guards. She stopped on the pavement and inspected it, noting the aftermarket mods that included a nitrous injection kit attached to the manifold, a custom leather duplex seat and super wide chrome cruiser handlebars.
‘Fancy a ride?’
She turned suddenly to see a man approaching, wearing a black MC badged leather waistcoat, dark jeans and long hair tied back under a bandana.
‘Fancy a ride?’ He repeated.
‘What?’ She hesitated momentarily, ‘Fuck it, yes!’
‘Then hop on, have you been pillion before?’
‘Sure, yeah,’ she replied, as he swung his leg across the beast and lifted it to kick up the side stand.
She’d ridden pillion before, as a kid, on the back of her Dad’s Japanese cruiser, and she’d loved it. She’d loved it so much it was what had led to her interest in bikes, and then into rock, and inevitably metal. There was something in the rawness of a big bike engine that she heard in the music she played on her guitar, and every gig she played with GuE took her into that same headspace, her world filled with noise and gut rumbling vibrations.
As he primed the ignition she climbed on to the seat pad above the mudguard behind him. She felt for a sissy bar, but there wasn’t one, so she tentatively stretched her arms alongside his torso.
With a push of his thumb and a twist of his wrist the beast beneath them roared into life, the powerful V-twin engine shaking in its iron frame, sending loud guttural belches out of the exhaust behind her.
A couple of twists to get it ticking over and then she felt his hands reach back to find hers. He turned his head towards her, ‘hold on to me here, babe, you’ll be fine.’
She felt him wrapping her arms around his waist and she leant up against him, her face close to his dark thick hair. It smelt freshly washed, and with the leather of his waistcoat formed a heady masculine scent in her nostrils.
He pulled the motor away from the kerb and chugged heavily and slowly along the quiet city streets, until he reached the slip road on to Otto-Braun Strasse, when she suddenly felt pulled backwards by her inertia as he opened the throttle and fired a burst of Nitrous into the engine, causing the bike to leap forward like it had been imbued with the spirit of Sleipnir.
‘ANDERS’, he called back over the thunderous sound of the engine beneath them.
‘WHAT?’ She cried.
‘ANDERS, MY NAME, IS ANDERS.’
‘ANNIE!’ She replied, her voice getting sucked out of her mouth by the rush of air passing her face.
‘SHE’S A MIGHTY BEAST, YES?’
‘SHE IS!’
She felt exhilarated, riding with this stranger on this polished steed, burning up the highway out of the city at what felt like light speed, swerving and leaning as this guy, Anders, guided the bike effortlessly past the light late-evening traffic.
Despite the rushing air, she found the combination of their speed and the sound and vibrations of the machine spreading a warmth around her body, reaching deep inside her, and she found herself gripping him tighter, her fingers curled against his taut midriff, feeling him firm even through the layers of leather and cotton between her hands and his body. She felt him draw his shoulders up in response to her tighter grip, straightening his back. She thought she heard him growl above the noise of the engine. She felt the devil inside her, and while she held tight with her left arm, she let her right hand let go of its grip and move downward onto the denim on his thigh, and then across to rest on the creased crotch of his jeans. She closed her hand and was pleased to feel a stirring thickness beneath the denim. She definitely heard him growl this time, and he shifted in his seat a little, adjusting his grip on his handlebars to counteract the balance of the bike.
She felt the bike shift a little again and then his left hand was pressed onto hers, squeezing her fingers against his stiffening bulge, and then sliding under it to unfasten the buttons of his fly. When his hand returned to the bars, she delved inside the newly opened cavern and was pleased to be rewarded with the immediate sensation of hot hard flesh against her fingertips.
He groaned as her fingers closed around his shaft and she began to roll her wrist slowly up and down inside his jeans. Fuck, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d done something like this with a guy without barely talking to him first. Sure, she’d had plenty of one-nighters, but it normally involved at least a chat up line and some petting before she’d have a guy’s cock in her hand like this.
‘WANT TO FUCK?’ he called over his shoulder to her.
‘FUCK, YEAH’ she found herself shouting without hesitation. Toying with his shaft for a few minutes had made her feel aroused and being on the bike was enhancing the effect significantly.
He held course for a few more minutes as the edge of the city became some open countryside, and then, pulling onto a slip road and crossing a junction, he brought the thundering Harley to a halt in the entrance of a field, just a few metres from the road edge. The lights flicked off and they were suddenly shrouded in darkness, the only light glowing softly from the speedometer and the now distant city. She stepped off the bike and made her way towards the field ahead, but before she took two steps, she felt his hand grasp her wrist and tug her to him. Still sitting astride the machine, the engine still rumbling beneath him, his magnificent cock straining from the opening in his jeans, he looked the perfect picture of rugged masculinity. She looked lustily at his cock as he unbuttoned her shorts and helped her lift one leg out, then he lifted her leg across the bike in front of him and sat her in his lap, his thick cockhead pressing up beneath her panties as she shifted to get comfortable.
She leant back on the broad fuel tank and lifted her t-shirt up to reveal her bare torso to the night air. Her nipples peaked from her small breasts, and she drew a sharp breath when he tugged at them with his fingertips. She reached down between her thighs to tuck her panties to one side as he rolled his pelvis to push his shaft upwards and forwards, rising between her swollen labia, smearing her wetness and his precum across her sensitive skin, allowing his firm rod to stroke forward and back smoothly, rubbing her clitoris and sending shivers through her body.
She looked at him as he fascinated himself with the movement of his cock against her lips, and then upwards to the sky, suddenly filled with awe as her eyes accustomed to the dark and a host of shimmering stars became visible between the sparse clouds. Awe turned to delight when she felt his wide glans breach her moistened hole and squeeze inside her pussy, reaching past her vulva and into her vagina, stretching her flesh and grinding against her g-spot, making her eyes roll and causing her to release a long sigh.
‘Fuck, you’re so tight.’ He grunted as he began to rock his hips, sliding his long hard penis back and forth inside her.
‘You’re so fucking big.’ She retorted, feeling every centimeter of him as it slipped against her most sensitive skin, the bulb feeling divine deep in her core.
Her hands rose up up above her head and sought some stabilizing grip on the wide handlebars, while her pelvis ground down against his, her thighs spread wide, legs wrapped across his back.
He grasped at her breasts with his hands, squeezing them hard, and pinching her skin with his fingers and thumbs. His fingernails bit and induced sharp pains in her chest, but with those pains came the most intense pleasure. She could feel him swell inside her, or perhaps it was that she was beginning to contract around him, as his cock rubbed back and forth over her g-spot, making her tremble, and breathe hard. The sound of her wetness slurping against his cock joined his guttural grunts and her moans, along with the buzz and chirp of insects in the fields and hedgerows around them, and the night air became pungent with the scent of her sex rising between them.
The bike rumbled beneath her, adding to the stimulating effect of his movements within her, and soon she was beginning to gasp and screech more loudly, and to feel her belly tightening in spasms as her core began to tighten, closing towards an intense climax. She closed her eyes but could still see the hundreds of stars shining in the sky above her. As she gritted her teeth and gripped the bike tight her climax broke inside her, cresting wave after wave of rippling pleasure through her body. At that very moment the darkness was split by the arcing light of an oncoming car, and as the engine noise and tyre sound rolled past, the beams illuminated the two lovers on the Harley momentarily. She saw his silhouetted frame against the bright white light, his broad thickset shoulders, his long hair, his strong arms. She felt his fingers grip her waist particularly hard as his hips began to buck. She could see from his face now the car had passed that he was desperately holding back his orgasm.
‘Fuck me, pump my Kitty full of cum.’ She demanded, and with her stern words he was tipped over the edge, his balls tightening and then releasing his heavy load deep inside her. Her vulva gripped him tight and milked his thick ribbons from him, as if she was hungry for it, and he groaned as they shot through his shaft and jetted against her cervix. She collapsed backwards in a haze as he lolled forward, leaning his head on his arms as the crossed her chest.
‘Fuck’
‘Fuck’, they both spoke through laboured breathing.
‘Wow’, he said. ‘You’re the best I’ve had in a long time.’
‘Likewise’, said Annie, combing her hands through her long hair before tugging her top down and realigning her panties over her pussy. The rumbling machine beneath her was beginning to cause his cum to start to drain between her labia and into her panties. As she raised herself up and off the bike she kissed his cock, licking her own juices and his cum from his thick throbbing shaft.
‘Good girl’, he told her, running his hand through her hair with a kindly touch.
‘Let’s get going’. She fixed her shorts and hopped back on behind him.
‘Where to?’ He called to her.
‘Hamburg! We can catch up with the coach if we go fast!’
‘On it!’ He shouted, kicking the bike into gear and twisting the throttle, lights shining on the road ahead, and suddenly she was back behind her Daddy, holding tight and feeling the wind in her hair, only this time she felt a good deal warmer and wetter on the seat pad beneath her.