Brittany was on her side with her history text book in front of her when she suddenly bolted upright on her bed. She pushed aside her homework which knocked a couple of sheets of paper onto the carpet. Did the radio DJ just say what she thought he said? Could it be true?

The DJ continued, " ... so when you hear two songs in a row by Flutterdung be the 11th caller to win two upfront tickets plus backstage passes for after the show."

He did say it!

Flutterdung! That was her favorite band! John Dunger was soooooo dreamy! They were coming to town! She had to go!

Brittany had no money and she was realistic enough to know that it was very difficult and unlikely she'd be the correct caller to win tickets. She went on the internet and found the radio station's phone number. She grabbed her cell phone.

Brittany was a couple of months shy of 16. The blonde smoothed her heavy cotton t-shirt down. She lifted and straightened her young tits in her bra. She sat up straight on her bed and glanced at the clock. It was almost 8 PM. Crazy Brian would be getting off the radio air soon.

She dialed.

"K-U-N-T" the voice answered.

"Crazy Brian?" Brittany asked.

"Yeah. Have a request?"

"I really, really want Flutterdung tickets," she said. She poured on the syrupy talk.

"Be the 11th caller," Crazy Brian said. "Or go to any TicketRipoff outlet."

"I don't have any money. I'd do anything," she purred.

"Yeah," he said with a sound of interest. "How old are you?"

"I'm almost 16. I'm blonde with blue-eyes and I have a very sexy body."

"Yeah ... uh... ?"

"My name's Brittany," she said. "It rhymes with 'touch my tits'"

"You'd have to do more than that," he said. "Besides I don't have extra tickets to give away. Just keep listening to the KUNT."

"But..."

Crazy Brian cut her off. "Got to go, darling. Pleasure talking to you."

The phone line went dead.

Crazy Brian's voice came over the radio. "That's it for me tonight. Violent Violet will be in here in just a moment. Keep listening to the KUNT. The sweetest, tightest, best music.

Brittany HAD to get those tickets. She WAS going to meet John Dunger.

Brittany sat outside the radio station and waited. She took a city bus from school this Friday to get here. She had her portable radio with her and she listened to KUNT in her headphones. She waited until 4 PM because that was when Freaky Fatima got off the air and Crazy Brian came on. She hoped to catch Crazy Brian as he showed up at the station, so she could talk to him and do him a "favor" if she needed to before he went on the air.

Brittany almost missed Crazy Brian completely. She closed her eyes to rest just for a few minutes when she saw the DJ walk through the front door. Shit! She picked up her school book bag, dropped her headphones to her neck, and hurried to the door.

Brittany entered, but all she saw was a receptionist and a security guard. The DJ had already disappeared. There was only one door. She walked toward it.

"Can I help you?" the receptionist called out.

Brittany ignored her. Brittany then felt a strong hand on her shoulder.

"That's for employees only," said the security guard.

She was forced to stop.

"I need to see Crazy Brian," she said.

"You can't. He'll be on the air in a minute," said the receptionist.

"Please!" she pleaded.

The receptionist shook her head.

Brittany tried to make a quick dash at the door, but the security guard grabbed her wrist and gave her a strong yank.

"Ow!" she yelled. "Brutality!"

"Come along," the security guard said calmly as he dragged her out.

Outside, Brittany shook her arm. Her wrist hurt. She looked at the menacing security guard who prevented her from getting her way.

"Go on," he said.

Brittany looked at the guard and smiled at him. He appeared to be in his early 30s. He was not bad looking and he was obviously as physically strong as his body looked.

"Isn't there anything I can do so I can see Crazy Brian?" she purred.

She advanced toward him. He held his ground. She rubbed her body against his. She caressed his cock through his pants.

She said, "I can do a lot more with my mouth than talk."

The security guard told the receptionist, "I'm going to let her use the restroom."

The receptionist rolled her eyes.

Brittany followed the guard in. His name was Rich. She walked into his office which was no more than an oversized closet. The room was crowded with boxes and papers.

Rich locked his door and pushed papers to the middle of his desk to create a space which caused a cascade of papers to fall to the floor. He sat down on the newly created empty spot.

"I'll do it," Brittany said when he began to work on his belt.

She quickly opened his pants. He lifted so his pants and undershorts could be lowered. Brittany's eyes grew. He was pretty big and he wasn't even hard yet. She took his cock in her hand and lowered her mouth on it.

Rich sighed.

Brittany backed her mouth off when it grew. Shit! It was like 8 inches long! She'd never seen one so big. She hoped he wouldn't thrust or he'd gag her with it.

She worked on his cock. She slid her mouth up and down it. She slid her pursed lips along the sides of it. She felt his hands loosely on the back of her head. At least, he wasn't ramming her mouth forward.

"You like this, don't you?" he said. It was more statement than question.

"Mmmm, yea. I like it a lot. You have a great cock!"

"Got a lot of experience, don't you?"

"Not with big ones like yours."

Brittany had never been with a man. She'd only done high school boys. All the boys she'd every blown would have cum already. She was frustrated because she still had to work on him since he hadn't cum yet.

"Take off your shirt and bra," he said.

"What?" she said after pulling away. Did she hear him right? She hoped not.

"Take your top off. I want to see your tits."

"You said a blowjob," she protested.

"It's still just a blowjob. I just want to see your tits. It's part of the deal now."

"No touching," she said as she pulled her shirt off.

Rich's eyes bore down on her. She reached behind and undid her bra.

"They're not much," she said.

"They're great!" he said.

Brittany was glad that he seemed satisfied. She grabbed his cock and resumed her sucking. She hoped she could get him off soon.

Rich grabbed a tit in each hand. Brittany started to back off, but he gripped her tits harder and said a firm, "No!"

She sighed and resumed bobbing her mouth on his cock. She became used to his hands massaging her tits. At least, he was gentle. When she slept with Bobby, he had practically mauled her tits.

Brittany was very, very pleased when Rich finally began grunting, groaning, and gasping. She'd be done and then she could go see Crazy Brian to get tickets to Flutterdung. She kept the pressure on the cock to force out his cum.

Brittany was surprised when the security guard suddenly pulled his cock out of her mouth. He leaned forward and pushed his cock downward. The first spurt landed low on her navel. The next cum blast was large. It landed between her tits. For his other blasts, he moved his cock side-to-side and coated her tits with his sticky, gooey cum.

Brittany was aggravated. It was so much neater and cleaner to swallow down a load of cum. He just HAD to cum on her, didn't he? What a shithead!

Rich stood then handed a pen and her bra to Brittany. "Sign your name on the cup."

She signed "Brittany" without thinking much of it.

"Okay," he said. "Get your shirt on. Let's go meet Brian."

"Hey!" she said when she saw him put her bra in his drawer.

"You don't need it," he said. "You're nice and firm. Brian likes girls whose tits are free, so you don't want to see him with your bra on do you?" It was a lie. Rich just liked to collect bras from the girls who blew him. He had a very nice collection.

Brittany guessed it was okay to not wear a bra. She wanted those Flutterdung passes. If Crazy Brian preferred free-swinging tits then that was what she would do. She had planned to let the DJ play with her tits but now she wasn't so sure after the security guard spermed them up.

Brittany put her shirt on and felt it stick to her chest because of all the cum. It was a yucky feeling. Rich zipped up his pants.

Rich led her to the studio. Music was playing. Brittany became excited. It was a Flutterdung song!

The song ended. She saw Brian speak and heard him say, "Congratulations, Tom Evers. He was caller 11 and just won tickets to Flutterdung. Keep listening for your chance to win."

Commercials came on and Rich brought Brittany into the studio.

"This is Brittany," said Rich, "And she just had to meet you."

Brian looked Brittany up and down. She liked that. If Crazy Brian thought she was attractive then all the better to get the tickets she wanted.

Brian smiled at the blonde girl. She was a sexy little thing. "Have a seat." He nodded a "Thank you" at Rich as the guard left.

Brian put a finger to his lips and moved up to the microphone. "Here's Nerf Doggy with their new release 'Squeezing'."

He turned off the mike and spun in his chair to meet this little beauty. Just looking at this young hot body made his cock harden. From the look of her shirt she had obviously satisfied Rich.

"So you wanted to meet me?" Brian said.

"Yeah," gushed Brittany. "I just love you. I listen to you all the time." He was younger than she thought he would be from hearing his voice. He looked to be in his mid-twenties. That was even better for her. She'd rather fuck a younger guy than an old guy.

"Thanks. What's your name?" asked Brian.

"Brittany. I called you a couple of nights ago. I really will do anything to get Flutterdung tickets."

Brian groaned inwardly. He remembered her. She was just here for the tickets and not for him.

"I told you I don't have any extra tickets," Brian said.

Brittany stood. She swayed her body back and forth while rubbing her hands up and down her sides. "Are you sure?"

Brian smiled. His cock throbbed harder. This girl was gorgeous. She wanted him. He wanted her.

The song was over. Brian started up some more advertisements.

He then said, "Why don't you let me see everything you have?"

"Sure!" she said happily. She was going to get Flutterdung tickets!

She saw Crazy Brian's eyes ogling her. She loved it!

"Clean up your tits with your shirt," Brian said. He didn't want the guard's cum all over her when he touched her.

Brittany wiped her shirt on and in between her tits. She couldn't believe how much the guard had cum. She'd never seen someone cum so much. By the time she finished up by cleaning out her navel, her shirt had two large wet spots.

Brian motioned for her to be quiet again. He spoke into the mike, "Let's start 11 in a row commercial free. Tonight you are in the KUNT."

He swiveled in his chair back to Brittany. Tonight, he'd be in this little cunt. "Let's see all you got."

Brittany undid her shoes and dropped her skirt. She then stepped out of her thong panties.

Brian's eyes fixed on her pussy. She had a nice little blonde landing strip. Brian circled his finger in the air and she spun around for him. Nice tight ass. A little small on the tits but still very nice.

He said, "Let's start off with what you showed Rich and then I'll try some more."

Brian glanced at the control panel to make sure everything was running okay. He whipped off his shirt then pulled down his pants and boxers until they were down by his ankles. Brittany got down on her knees. She undid his shoes and pulled his clothes off. Brian opened his legs and Brittany went forward.

Crazy Brian's cock was smaller than Brittany expected. With the DJ's voice, she expected some large, macho cock but he was just normal. He was probably a little below average. Most of the high school boys she'd ever blown were bigger than Crazy Brian.

Brian enjoyed watching the young little slut work on his cock. The girl was obviously experienced. He knew he wasn't getting a virgin, but she was better than he expected. In just a few minutes, he had to stop her before he lost his load in her mouth.

He pulled her up and kissed all over those tits. He could still smell Rich on her but she did a good job cleaning up, so he was glad he didn't taste any cum.

He pushed a finger into her cunt. She was tighter than he thought she would be.

"Take it easy," she said. He was being rough inside her.

"Do you want the ticket or not?"

"It's a backstage pass also, right?"

"Yeah. Do you want it?"

"Yes."

"Then shut up!"

Brittany grunted in response to his finger movements, but didn't complain again.

Brian pushed her away. He went to the microphone. "We're in the middle of 11 in a row. Here's Spoon Deer with 'Renew'."

Brian bent Brittany over with her hands on the control board.

"Don't touch any buttons," Brian warned.

He moved behind her. He kicked her legs wider. He lined up his cock with her pussy and pushed in. He immediately started to thrust. Her almost 16-year old pussy was tight and sweet.

Brittany pushed back strongly against the panel. She didn't want to get pushed into the knobs, buttons, and sliders by Crazy Brian's thrusts. It would hurt to be mashed against the controls especially on her tits.

He rammed his cock into Brittany. He was no Romeo to her. She didn't get much of a sexual buzz from his fucking. She just focused on what she was here for. She was here to get into the Flutterdung concert. An orgasm would be nice but if it didn't happen, and she could tell it wouldn't happen, it was no big deal. She'd still leave with Flutterdung tickets.

Crazy Brian pulled out, "Hold on a second." He activated the mike. "I am in the KUNT. Are you? 11 in a row."

He turned the mike off. He pushed back into her. "One!" he said as he rammed his cock hard into her pussy. "Two!"

Brittany grimaced as he counted to 11. It was hard for her to get into it so she could make him cum. He wasn't good at fucking.

After the 11th ram into her, he started to move normally into her again. Brittany was even feeling some sensations. In a couple of minutes, he started to drive faster into her. Brittany felt relief. He was finally going to cum.

"Oh, yeah, you little slut whore! You like this, don't you?" he said.

"Mmmmm," she lied. She started to push back just to try to get it over with. "I love your cock fucking my pussy."

Crazy Brian gripped her hips too tightly. Brittany tried to twist away in pain, but his hold was strong. She felt his cock stop inside her then felt his cum.

"Oh, yes. Take it! Take it!" Brian exclaimed.

"So good!" she faked loudly for his benefit.

Brian's hands relaxed on her hips so Brittany knew she could stand up straight. The sexual position was very, very uncomfortable. It was good to unbend. She didn't mind doggy but she'd never done it standing before.

Brittany walked over to her clothes.

"Hey!" he said. "Don't be so fast to get dressed."

Brittany sighed. Did he want to do it again?

"I just want a nice view for a while. Just stay with me a little longer and keep me company. Don't worry. You'll still get your backstage pass."

She was uncertain what to do next.

Crazy Brian said, "Use your panties to clean your pussy up and give them to me."

Was she going to lose her panties too? It was a good thing there wasn't one more guy to do to get tickets. She did as he suggested. She saw how intently he watched her. The longer she was around him the more the word "pervert" stuck out in her head. He hadn't done anything "pervy" per se, but it was a growing impression.

Brian took her panties and deeply inhaled them. One more to his collection. She was one of the better ones. Most women or girls tried to get away with the minimum. This little slut probably would have let him ass fuck her if he wanted. He had a momentary regret that he didn't do that but then decided he was very satisfied with the cunt that he did get from her. Cunt was better anyway.

Brian had Brittany hang around naked until the 11 songs in a row were over. He occasionally groped and fondled her. During the commercial break, Brian opened up a drawer and handed her a ticket.

Brittany took the paper. Her eyes grew wide. The words she so wanted to see were there. "Flutterdung" and "Backstage Pass". Brittany decided to give Crazy Brian a blowjob just to say 'Thank you'." She was so excited.

Any modesty concerns Brittany might have had about going out in public in her skirt without panties underneath or wearing a cum-stained t-shirt without a bra were non-existent. Nothing else was important. She had a Flutterdung Backstage Pass!

The concert was the very next Friday. Brittany told her parents she was staying the night at Marissa's house. She often stayed at Marissa's house and she'd often used "staying at Marissa's" as an alibi when she went out somewhere else. Marissa often used the same type of excuse and said she was staying over at Brittany's house. The two friends would often go out for fun together with boys and their parents were none the wiser.

Brittany clutched tightly her ticket as she waited in line to get into the arena. She was so very, very excited. Flutterdung! John Dunger! Today!

The line was long. Just after six o'clock, the opening band started up. The Tight Veins had a big hit and were growing in popularity, but Brittany didn't care. She was here for Flutterdung. She wanted to see if she could get backstage early.

Brittany made it to the front of the line. She handed the guard her ticket. He looked college-aged.

"What's this?" he said.

"It's a Backstage Pass!" Brittany said proudly.

"I don't think so."

"Yes, it is. I got it from KUNT radio."

"This isn't a ticket to the concert."

"It's not just a ticket. It's a backstage pass." Brittany was agitated with the guard.

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is!" she insisted. She was angry now.

"No," the guard shook his head and handed the ticket back to her. "I know what one looks like and this is not it."

"I got it from the radio station!" she yelled and shook the pass in front of his face.

"I don't care where you got it. It won't get you in here."

Brittany steamed. It was a fake pass! She let Crazy Brian fuck her and he gave her a fake pass!. That asshole! She even gave him a bonus blowjob!

"Step aside," the guard said.

Brittany had to get inside. She smiled sweetly. "Isn't there any way I might get in to see Flutterdung?" She spoke with a come-hither lilt. She batted her eyes and licked her lips.

Andy did think the blonde girl was hot looking. She was in this tight dress that came down only far enough to keep her technically decent.

"Step over there," Andy said pointing at the wall. "I'll see what I can do. It will take a little time before I can help you."

Brittany leaned into his ear. "Thank you." She lightly bit his earlobe. "I know I can help you have a good time, so I can have a good time."

Andy's cock was very hard. He watched her go over the short distance while trying to keep his focus on the mass of people giving him their entry tickets.

In about ten minutes, Brittany saw another guard and a girl walk up to Andy. The new guard gave Andy a big thumb's up.

"Hey, Bill!" said Andy with a huge smile.

"You can go in now," said the new guard to the girl. "You've given me what I need." Bill gave the girl's tit a squeeze.

The girl smiled and went in.

"I have one." Andy said and pointed at Brittany.

Bill looked the blonde girl over. She had a hot body but needed a little more in the tits. "Nice!"

Bill took over for Andy.

Andy led Brittany to the side of the large building. It was a little bit of a hike. Brittany's pumps were comfortable for standing but not for walking. There was a lone car that said "Prestige Event Security" on the door.

Andy opened the passenger door. The seat was already reclined all the way back. She wasn't sure what to do. Andy got into the seat and lay back.

"Come on," he said impatiently when she just stood there.

Brittany had to partially lie on top of Andy to get in. His hands gave her tits a quick squeeze. She slowly sunk to her knees on the floorboard. It was cramped and painful.

"Close the door!" he scolded.

"Give me a second!" Brittany retorted. She reached over and pulled the door shut.

She fumbled with his belt and zipper. He lifted his hips so she could slide his pants down. Her eyes grew big. This guy was nearly as big as the guard at the radio station.

She took a deep breath, exhaled, and put her mouth down on his cock. Her experience with the big cock of the radio station guard helped her with this cock. Also this guy was more immobile in the seat of the car was a benefit. She went to work on his cock expertly and had him quickly groaning.

Unfortunately for Brittany, Andy said, "Slow down. I want to enjoy this. If you make me cum too fast, you're not getting in."

Brittany sighed. Nothing ever went her way lately. How long was enough time?

She took her mouth off his cock. She slowly ran her tongue along the side and kissed the tip.

"That's better," Andy said. He and his buddies knew damn well that all these concert slut girls just wanted to get a guy off as fast as she could so they could get into the show. He didn't have a lot of available time before he needed to get back to the ticket gate, but he had more than a couple of minutes. He wanted all the time that was due him.

When Brittany heard him say, "Mmmm, that's great!", she worked more energetically. Andy started groaning. She started to take his big cock as deeply as she could into her teen mouth.

"That's it you little slut. Here it cums!" he shouted.

The first blast hit Brittany forcefully in the back of the mouth. She immediately relaxed and let the rest of his load enter her. She continued to lightly suck his cock to bring all his cum to the back of her mouth.

His cock shrank. She looked at him and opened her mouth.

Andy saw all his spunk in her mouth and coating her tongue. Brittany then took it down her throat. She showed him her progress of getting the sticky goo down after each swallow.

"You're a nasty one," he said. "I wish I had time to fuck you good."

"Maybe another time," she smiled.

The Tight Veins were still on stage when Brittany got into the arena. She worked her way to the front down the right side aisle. She was in the house now but she still had to sneak her way into the backstage area. There had to be a door around here somewhere.

Brittany saw someone slide behind a curtain. There it was! She went through and found herself in a short hallway. She opened the door at the end and walked in confidently.

"Hey!" said a burly guy.

Shit! Another guard. Brittany continued to walk as if she hadn't heard him.

"Oh, no you don't!" he said and grabbed her roughly. "Where do you think you're going, little missy?"

"I have a backstage pass," she told him. She acted as if she belonged here.

"Yeah?" he said. "That doesn't count until after the concert."

"Oh."

"Let's see it."

She reluctantly showed him what she got from KUNT.

"This is no pass," he said taking it. "I hope you didn't pay too much for this."

Brittany dropped her head. This was a bad day.

"So you like the band, do you?" he asked.

Brittany looked up. She didn't want to get hopeful, but...

"They're my favorite," she said. "I'd do anything to get to meet them." She could see his eyes leering over her body.

"Come with me," he said.

She followed him happily with a slight spring in her step.

It was a maintenance room. The burly guard was named Austin. He dropped his pants and hopped onto a table. He had no underwear on. "Suck away."

Brittany breathed out loudly. Her mouth was tired from Andy. What was it with guards that they preferred blowjobs? Sex would be so much easier for her right now.

"I thought you wanted to fuck me?"

"I'd love to, baby doll," Austin replied. "But I only have a few minutes. Make it good but make it quick."

Brittany saw that his cock was small. It looked especially small compared to the size of his body. She leaned over and took the second cock within a half hour into her mouth. At least, she knew this time it would be over quick.

Brittany went into action. Her mouth felt sore and her jaw ached. The big cock of the previous guard caused too much stretching. She wished she had more time to recover.

"That's it, you little whore," Austin chirped. "Earn your backstage pass."

Brittany pressed her lips firmly around his cock and bobbed her head up and down on it. She could tell this blowjob was just about him getting off. The guard could care less if she got into it or not. He only wanted to cum.

"You love being a cocksucker," Austin said. This girl was good. He was very pleased that he caught her. Most of the girls barely knew what they were doing and didn't know what they were getting into. This girl knew what she was after and how she was going to get it.

Austin started to groan and thrust. Brittany hated when a guy couldn't control his thrusts when his cock was in her mouth. It would only make the blowjob worse for him because he moved around. She always had it under control to give a guy maximum pleasure so there was no need to thrust. Fortunately for Brittany, Austin's cock was small enough that his thrusts didn't bang against the back of her mouth. That was always the worse. How did a guy expect her to suck his cock if he caused her to gag?

Brittany tightened her lips and let him use her mouth as a surrogate pussy. She moved back and forth in correspondence to his thrusts.

He groaned with rough breaths and then Brittany felt a stream of cum inside her mouth. A couple of small extra spasms of cum were then added. Brittany backed off when he was finished. She quickly swallowed. His taste was one of the worse she ever experienced. The smell seemed somewhat urine-based which made the taste more awful. She coughed a little. She needed water.

Austin stood and reassembled his clothes. "That was great, slut! You got yourself a backstage pass."

Austin brought her into the band's dressing room. The room was much smaller than Brittany expected.

"If you want some more fun, just find me," he said.

"Okay," she said. It was easier to say that than "No fucking way!".

In the bathroom, she rinsed her mouth out several times. She was tempted to look around at everything, but she decided she better not. No reason to get anyone angry. She stretched out on her side on the couch and waited. She was here!

Brittany had dozed a few minutes. She woke up to the loud bustle of people. A group of sweaty young guys came in with a couple of young college age girls. Brittany thought the girls looked skanky whore and not classy whore like she did.

"What extra treat do we have here?" the first guy said seeing Brittany reclined on the couch. He released his grip around the waist of the brunette. This blonde girl was a sweet little fuckable babe.

Brittany sat up abruptly when she saw the guy's eyes stare at her.

"No, no," he said. "Lie back down. I like you like that."

She slowly went back down. Something was wrong.

"Who are you?" Brittany asked. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm who you are waiting for," he said coolly. He looked the young blonde girl over. She was a fine one. She looked a lot better than the usual groupies they had from city to city.

Brittany laughed and said boldly, "You better not let security find you and your friends here."

"But you are in our dressing room."

Their dressing room? Panic rolled over her.

"You're The Tight Veins?" she said in realization.

"Who else would be in here?" he said.

Oh, no! The stupid guard put her in the wrong dressing room! He had thought she was here for these assholes!

"I'm sorry," said Brittany. She sat up again. "I thought this was the Flutterdung dressing room."

"I said 'Lie down'!" the lead singer growled.

Brittany slowly went back down again. She felt a knot in her stomach.

Danny Dime was very thin and wiry. His brown hair was scraggly and he had a stupid arrangement of facial hair only on his chin.

He dropped down to his knees. He caressed her face and hair as he spoke. "You were waiting for Flutterdung? We surpassed them this year with our very first album. Next year those dickheads will be opening for us."

She looked back into the eyes that stared down at her.