The Balloon Test - Sex Stories

The Balloon Test

... go further than that. Honest! But he looked so embarrassed, and he'd gone so red, and the girls were enjoying themselves so much. And after all nobody was making him do anything. I'd just see if he'd drop his underpants as well. I handed him the balloon.

"Go on then," I said.

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I had made up my mind not to go further than my underpants, but then Tracey handed me the balloon. Well, it was a big balloon, and I couldn't think of an excuse not to take my underpants off. And I thought if I took my underpants off nobody would see anything and I would really convince them I knew all about the test.

"Go on," said Tracey.

And I held the balloon in front of my penis and pulled my panties down.

Tracey's mouth fell open. Well I'd obviously impressed her. She'd believed I didn't know about the test. That I'd meekly get dressed again. Well I'd shown her. I could get dressed again now that I'd impressed the girls

"We're waiting," she said.

"For what?" I asked

"You have to describe what's behind the balloon."

Oh heck! I'd forgotten all about that. There was nothing for it.

"It's my er... My er..." I stammered, I had no clothes on, I was trembling with embarrassment and I couldn't think what to say."

"Come on," said Tracey, "you claimed you were such a confident speaker you could give a talk with no clothes on... And we're waiting... What's behind the balloon?.

"It's my er.. My..."

"Your willy..." said Tracey, "yes, we all know that. ...

... Tell us about it..."

"It's. Er...er..."

"Come on... How big is it? That's what we really want to know."

Oh no! I mean I think it's a reasonable size. I'd checked on howbigisyourpenis.com and it was bigger than the bottom tenth percentile. So it wasn't all that small. Still... I didn't quite like to say...

"It's... It's... Er..."

"Come on, you're not getting dressed till you say."

"It's normal," I gasped at last, and the girls all burst out laughing.

"Normal," chortled Tracey, "and what is 'normal' precisely?"

"Well average is about six inches, so it's approaching that..."

"Approaching eh? Do we believe him girls?"

A chorus of "No!" rang out.

"They don't believe you," said Tracey, "and you know what happens if you lie don't you?"

I had no idea, but I couldn't admit it.

"Of course," I said, my face burning redder than ever.

"And it's nearly six inches?.

"Yes," I said.

"Right," said Tracey, "shall we find out girls,"

A chorus of 'Yes' rang round the room and I suddenly saw Tracey had a pin in her hand.

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He was a lying hound, I could see from his face that he was telling porkies. He'd claimed his willy was nearly six inches. It was hiding just behind that inflated balloon. We couldn't see anything now, but... I had a nice sharp pin in my lapel, to pin on my name badge. If I just...

*BANG*

And there he was, standing with a stupid grin on his face and holding the remains of a big red balloon. Not covering ...