Crossdresser dream of having a ticket to a gala.
I was nervous, why? I don’t know.
This was the one event of the year that I was looking forward to.
The invite to a gala isn’t an everyday event for me.
Will Jane fit in with her equals?
Let me explain, Jane is my fem name that I go under, when I dress up.
My real name is Mars.
Long story short, my dad was a fanatical space observer, hence the name Mars.
Being a trans or a cd, as my persona of a female isn’t perfect, it isn’t very often that I can go to events like this.
In the transvestite world, this gala is one of the best in the UK.
With only a week to go, I’ve been shopping heavily for my outfit that I’ll be wearing, and now in my bedroom, im looking at Jane via the mirror.
As I said earlier, I’m not perfect, but standing there, looking at my best features, my legs, my slim body and looking behind me, my shapely arse.
The skirt, I feel is the right length, not too slutty, and not too conservative.
I wasn’t sure if I was going to wear stockings or tights? I do love tights, but the freedom I get from wearing stockings will be the overwhelming favour for them.
Then the choice of blouse is a no brainer, white and see thru.
My blonde wig is completely opposite to the Lilly Savage lookalike, its shoulder length, straight with a middle parting.
I’m still not confident with my makeup, but the application is improving each time I apply makeup.
Standing in front of the mirror, my cock suddenly burst into life, rising from its sleep to a full blown erection, as I tried to ignore the growth, as it tented my skirt, it proved to be difficult to ignore.
Lifting up the hem of the skirt, my cock came springing out from its hiding place, bouncing in mid air, as it started to settle down In a horizontal position.
It was then that I thought I had better wear my knickers to the gala, I hadn’t planned on doing so, but looking at my hard-on throbbing away in front of the mirror, its best that I did.
My pink French knickers, I think will be a suitable contrast from the black skirt and stockings.
But first, I need to take matters at hand, I need to rid of my erection, that showed no signs of going away.
The head of my cock was already showing its signs of excitement, glistening from it’s flow of precum.
Taking the shaft in my right hand, I took a deep breath as I started pumping my cock, the tingling sensation spread throughout my body, I wanted to pump faster, but knowing if I did, I would be cumming, and I so wanted this to last longer, so I had to force myself against the need to cum, and stroke my incredibly sensitive cock much slower.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, then flopping onto my bad, my shaft was pointing up directly at ceiling, more precum was flowing out of me, and onto my hand, at first, clear rivers of juices trickled down, the colour started changing to a liquidity white, my breathing pattern changed too, from the normal breathing through the nose, to where I was panting and gasping, audible moans of ecstasy was heard by me.
Even my body started to react to the rhythm of my stroking hand, with each downward stroke, my hips lifted off the bed.
“Oh fuck”, I heard myself saying, I knew that I was on the verge of cumming, but when will that first thick creamy white rope of spunk appear?
My hand was a blurr now, it’s only a matter of time before I lose control.
My balls tightened up, the sperm started its final journey through the length of my cock.
Starring directly at the hole in the head of my cock, bubbles of sperm showed itself, the clenching all of my lower body muscles, stomach, legs, my anus too, the inevitable began.
Growling out to the world that I was cumming, a rope of pure white spunk flew high into the air, then collapsing in on itself, as it plunged back to my body.
My heavy breathing continued for several seconds, as more spunk ejaculation followed.
Thankfully, no cum went into my clothes, but I’ll still have to wash out my skirt, as my precum soaked into it when I was standing in front of the mirror.
The day of the gala quickly arrived, getting ready took over 3hrs, im trembling with nerves.
The taxi ride to the venue was uneventful, although the taxi driver seemed to have his eyes on the rear view mirror most of the time, than on the roads.
Handing over my ticket, then giving my coat to the lady in the cloakroom, I found the table where I would be sitting.
It was plated up for 8 guests.
Soon the room was full, the two ladies sitting each side of me were glamorous, everything about them oozed sex appeal.
The way the one on my right, had crossed her legs, showing off her thighs as her dress split and had ridden up them, almost to her crutch, and she didn’t even attempt to adjust herself.
The meal was being served, the food was fit for a king, it was that good.
Once the plates and cutlery had been taken away, the desert was quickly served.
There was a big stage in front of our table, the bowls that our desert had arrive in were taken away.
After a brief lull, music started playing from orchestra pit, the lights dimmed, and the curtains that covered the stage opened up.
Bright lights from the gantry shone onto the stage.
The performers came out, now this is where I was left opened mouth.
The performers were virtually naked, apart from the panties covering their crutches.
I could tell by the bulges, that there were no female performers, bulges that was so obvious, I couldn’t understand why they were all wearing panties.
They were singing and dancing, with their hidden cocks bouncing with every move they made.
The two trans either side of me, leaned forwards and in front of me, so that they could chat together.
I was going to complain that I was watching the performance on stage, but was stopped in my tracks.
Because as I was just opening my mouth, I felt a hand on my leg, just above my knee.
It slowly went up my thigh, I looked at the trans to my left, it was her hand sliding in between my thighs, she was still engaged in a coversation to this other trans on my right, acting as if nothing was happening.
Straight away, I could feel my cock rising as her hand got closer to my knickers.
I froze, not knowing how to act, or say, then another hand rested on my other thigh, this hand belonged to the trans on my right.
Both hands simultaneously started to pull my legs apart.
And with my ever growing cock encased in my knickers, I was at a lost of what should I do.
My breathing became heavier, I looked at the other guests that were on the same table, had they seen what was going on under the table?
My cock was bursting by the time fingers started fumbling to release it from my panties.
Precum was flowing once more, trickling over the head like lava on a volcano, it was a never ending stream of lava, or in this case, my spunk.
I tried my hardest not to show signs on how turned on I was, outwardly, I seemed calm and serene, but my body let me down, I started lifting my arse off the chair, hoping, no wanting her hand to stroke me faster, but try as I might, she kept going at the same pace, excruciatingly slow, so no one around us would ever know what’s going on.
Back on the stage, the show was carrying on with more entertainers, only this time these entertainers appears to be on the younger side, all dressed up as schoolgirls.
This time they looked more presentable in their schoolgirls uniform.
But looks can be deceiving, a group of three parted from the main group.
Slowly the three of them started stripping off their school uniform, why they did this, I haven’t a clue.
To be honest, since the two trans started feeling me up, I couldn’t concentrate on what was going on around me, all I could feel was a hand stroking my cock, and another hand cupping and squeezing my balls, and extending a finger that inserted itself into my arse.
All I wanted was to cum, but their dextrose hands and fingers were skilfully taking me to breaking point, then stopping any actions that would take me over, and not allowing me to cum.
Leaning forwards over the table, with my head resting on my arms, I could hear my heart pounding wildly, the tension within my cock grew, a finger scrape along the underside of my cock, glancing over the ridge.
Within the confines of my arms where my head was resting, I heard the words “Oh fuck, don’t stop, oh my god, I’m cumming”.
As those words died away, the feeling in my cock became unbearable, and with one last stroke, my spunk jettisoned out from me, where my cream went or landed under the table, I didn’t know, but the relief of cumming was so overwhelming, so much so, tears was running down my face.
It took awhile to regain any sense of normality within my body, but when I did get my senses back, these two trans were watching the ‘schoolgirl’s’ on the stage.
I got my faculties back, and the first thing I saw was cocks, every one of these schoolgirls had their cocks on show.
But what was more disturbing, or in fact if I was being honest, these schoolgirls were actually of school ages.
I couldn’t believe my eyes, one group were standing with their cocks in their hand, the group of three who slipped away from the main group, were now crawling on their knees taking it in turn to suck a cock.
It seemed that the three youngest had the pleasure of sucking their older actors cocks.
After my orgasm, and watching this x rated show, I can understand why tickets were so hard to get.
This show came under the guise of being a gala for transsexuals, crossdresser and she males to show off their looks.
In stead its turned out to be a live sex show involving themselves and now young trans.
I can understand whilst I was being wanked off, that no one around me wasn’t taking any notice, but as I look around now, some of the guests are watching these young boys preforming fellatio their fellow artist, others sitting around were being treated to either hands or mouths from their fellow guests.
Basically, this gala has turned into one enormous sex show.
Thinking, I thought, I’ve cum, so why not someone else?
I spotted one of the guests sitting opposite me on the same table, she looked absolutely gorgeous from where I was sitting, she was wearing a low cut dress, which showed off her deep cleavage, no one could tell that her cleavage was false, but that didn’t matter, she was stunningly beautiful.
Sliding down under the table, even though the table cloth made it dark under the table, I could just make out her legs.
They were slim, well defined calf muscles leading up to her thighs, encased in sheer nylons, but first, I had to lift her dress up over her knees, as I did so, I was expecting her to lash out with a kick.
Nothing happened, instead her legs opened, emboldened by this, the hem of her dress was pushed higher up her legs from my trembling hands.
Half way up her thighs, her black stockings was replaced with her white flesh, she wasn’t wearing suspenders as I thought she would, as my hand went over the top of her holdups nylons, her skin felt so smooth.
Again, her legs parted a little wider, allowing me to put my head under her dress, and head closer to her panties.
Which incidentally, were a tight fitting pair, with her cock snuggly encased, with the head pointing down towards her legs.
By now with my head up her dress, it was completely dark, and my only senses left to me were my smell, hearing and feel, whatever was left is now completely blocked.
As I pushed closer to her panties, the smell of some perfume got stronger, I guess she had been spraying in between her thighs and over her cock, it was a pleasant smell, and it only drew me closer to her crutch.
This is when my hands took over, feeling over the front of her panties, her bulge started moving.
She moved her bum forwards on her chair, she was inviting me to do more, why else would she keep her legs spread?
Her cock, which felt soft with my initial touch, hardened up, it soon got to it’s full strength, which in turn excited me, and now I too have a rock hard cock.
Who’s cock do I deal with first?
It crossed my mind that mine should be dealt with first, but I’ve already cum once, earlier on.
So I managed to hook a couple of fingers into the band of her panty leg, and stretched the material out far enough to man handle her cock out through the leg hole.
Already it was throbbing, and the precum that goes with the throbbing was already glistening the head.
Blindly, with my forefinger and thumb, I slowly but gently squeeze the head of her cock to see if anymore precum that was inside her would come out, which it did.
Using her juices as a lube, I coated my hand so that I could stroke her cock.
It was then that I heard applause, it seemed like the group of young boys had made the other artists cum and had left the stage, obviously, I couldn’t see this happening, but judging by the commentary from those that did watch them, blurted out their thoughts.
“Did you see how much cum the lad on the end produce?
“Oh my god, I was watching this other lad gagging on a cock, he must’ve taken at least 8 inches of flesh”, and many more comments similar to those.
I had my own cock to concentrate in front of me to adhere to.
But also this delectable trans cock was in my hand, being stroked, her foreskin rolling back over the head effortlessly, allowing the smooth mushroom to leak more precum.
Above me, although it was muffled sound, I could hear her moaning, she shuffled more in her chair, I guess she wanted my mouth to envelope her cock.
Gripping the base of her prick as hard as I could, the head expanded as if I had squeezed all the air in her shaft to the very tip.
As soon as my tongue touched the tip of her cock, I could hear her saying, “OH FUCK, OH MY GOD”, over and over, again and again.
Were the other guests wondering what was going on with her? Was her responses above the table telling those close to her, that she was being sucked off by a stranger under the table?
As my lips sealed themselves around her shaft, she lifted herself from her chair, forcing her cock deeper, at first I did gag and choked as it penetrated the beginning of my throat, but once I found a rhythm, I settled down.
Above, the table was being thumped, was she about to pull away from me, or was she that close to cumming, she thumped the table out of ecstasy and frustration, because she didn’t want to lost control of her body functions so soon?
But then matters out of my control, took a big twist.
As I was thinking of sucking the load out of the trans cock, my own cock felt something warm enveloping it.
I started to buck my hips up and down, still holding the trans cock in my mouth, which wasn’t easy, now my own cock was being sucked.
But who was sucking me?
I couldn’t see who, because the trans dress was covering me, then I heard voices.
For fuck sake, how many were under the table?
My mind, as well as my hard-on, was being blown away.
These voice seemed young to me, but that wasn’t going to stop me from stopping them sucking me off.
I too started to moan and pant as my cock slithered into a mouth and back out, for a swap of mouths.
My thoughts were, I had to make me trans cock explode into my mouth, before I could cum, I’m so close to cumming, whoever has their mouth over my cock now, would’ve felt me thrusting, I was throbbing hard, my spunk began to rise through my shaft, but before I could explode, my mouth quickly filled up with this thick cream.
My trans was cumming, I knew she was close, but because of my own distraction, I didn’t know how close she was.
Trickles of her juices edged their way out of the corner of my mouth, her thick cream coated my tongue and pallet, she tasted wonderful.
But any thoughts of continuing sucking her came to an erupted ending.
I found myself crying out that I too was cumming, with my head still under the dress, I could only react to what my cock was doing, and that was an explosion.
I was writhing and thrusting, the sensation of this mouth was absolutely unbelievable, I’ve had my cock sucked many times before, but I think this was the best.
Sliding from under the dress, my eye’s re-focused to the different darkness, I could see two young boys.
One of them was licking his lips, the other had his head in his friend’s lap, playing with a small exposed cock.
I recognised them from the actors on the stage, it was the two youngest ones.
“How older are you”? Looking at the boy who just sucked my cock.
15, came back the answer, but he struggled to reply because he was panting from being sucked off himself.
“And your friend, how old is he”?
“Oh fuck, he’s 14 sir, suck me harder you cunt”.
As soon as he spitted out those expletives, he was filling this young lad’s mouth full of his cream.
Crawling out from under the table, sitting back in my chair, I got the younger boy to sit on my lap. Across from me, the trans had already recovered her composure, she looked at me and blew me a kiss.
Turning back to the lad sitting on my lap, I was asking questions after questions about the act they preformed in on stage, apparently, its only this table that they go to, and allow the guests of that table, to carry on with their act.
It suddenly dawned on me why the tickets was so dear, £525 to be precise, it was the only VIP table at the gala.
“You’re only 14 and your friend is 15yrs old, how long have you been doing this?
“And do you both enjoy dressing up as schoolgirls?
It transpired that they only started last year, then I asked him what his mother and dad would say about this unbelievably arousing display of under age sex, if they knew.
He raised his arm, pointed across the table, “he’s there, ask him”, came back the reply, his dad was the trans, who not more than ten minutes ago who had her cock pumping her full load of spunk into my mouth.
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