High School Goddess

High School Goddess

By cupshka

All characters are at least 18 years old.

Ballbusting Excuses

The teacher, Ms. Amy Stout, had all the boys by the balls, sometimes literally. She was perfection in female form, and was well-aware of the power this gave her. Not only did she have a thin waist with inexplicably plump and shapely tits and ass, she also flaunted her goddess body in skintight short skirts and low cut shirts with no underwear beneath. She'd often shamelessly bend over, overwhelming a sitting boy by bringing her massive, deep cleavage or her perfect exposed ass and pussy inches from his face.

This gave Ms. Stout an excuse to go for the boy's balls. First, she'd act appalled, as if she was insulted by the helpless boy's gawking eyes. She sometimes couldn't even hide her smirk during her fake outrage. Even boys who knew her punishment still couldn't resist staring at her voluptuous beauty.

Ms. Stout would reach under the leering boy's desk, and give a backhand fist right to his balls. Other times, she'd give him a ball-slap, or a ball-squeeze, adding some nut-twists if she was feeling extra frisky. Ms. Stout would look into the boy's eyes as the nut-pain consumed him. She'd whisper in the boy's ear an insult to his male pride.

The Nerd

One Monday morning Ms. Stout dropped her pen on the floor. She bent over to pick it up, bringing her ass and pussy right by a nerd's face. His jaw dropped as his cock rose. She turned around and faked outrage with a gasp. She reached under his desk and punched the nerd's balls, digging into them with her knuckles. He clutched his agonized nuts and groaned as quietly as he could.

Ms. Stout whispered in his ear, "Never stare at women like that. You know how easy it is for us to push those pathetic pain buttons between your legs?"

He pathetically nodded several times. Ms. Stout turned and walked off, smiling wide.

A cute, smirking redhead behind the nerd leaned in and whispered in his ear, "You deserve it, you virgin perv. Now when you go home to mommy, you'll have to explain why your droopies are so swollen."

His humiliation burned as much as his nut-pain. He'd never psychologically recover.

The Jock

No boy ever forgot Ms. Stout's nut-teasing. Another of the countless examples is when she brushed her braless tits against the side of a jock's face, and acted furious as if it was his fault. She reached under his desk, collected his big balls in a tight grip, and then brutally squeezed. He winced and breathed frantically, knowing she had taken full control of him.

As she enjoyed the feel of his meaty balls, she whispered to him, "How dare you shove your face into my breasts? Your sensitive balls belong to me for now. Next time, I will rip them off and take them home with me."

His legs shook as he squeezed the sides of his desk. He mouthed the words, "Please, please."

Ms. Stout gave his balls a twist, making him wretch. She let go and strolled away, absolutely giddy. He cradled his nuts as his upper body rocked back and forth. His nut-pain was obvious on his face.

A cute and chubby girl noticed the jock writhing from ball-pain. She hustled over to him and said, "Oh, my poor baby." She tugged his face into her enormous, braless tits, rubbing his face all over them. She said, "Do your nutties hurt real bad?"

Despite enjoying her tits, the jock was furious at this girl for cranking up his humiliation. Several students snickered, desperate to contain their laughter. Others, including the jock's friends, totally cracked up at him. The jock's sorrowful moans muffled into her tits.

The Skater

Then there was the time Ms. Stout bent over, pressing her cheeks into the face of a skater boy. Her butt felt so great to him that he forgot about Ms. Stout's punishment, and briefly considered himself the luckiest boy in school. Ms. Stout turned around and eyed him with fake indignation. She shoved her knuckles into his bulging balls, pressing them against his pelvis. The intense pain of his balls made his whole body shake. Crackles escaped his throat.

Ms. Stout's knuckles kept grinding his trapped manhood. She loved the thrill of her hard little knuckles dominating his big soft nuts. As her fist pushed and twisted, she whispered in the skater boy's ear, "You fuck my ass with your face, so I fuck your nuts with my fist. Do it again, and I won't stop until they're nothing but peanut butter."

Ms. Stout grabbed his balls and shook them for a while, making him squeak. She then let go and walked away as she giggled. His head dropped onto his desk as he clutched his thrashed balls. Many more students noticed his situation as he shivered and whimpered.

A hot girl in a tight track uniform sat near the skater boy. A devious smirk formed on her cute face. She grabbed a hold of his shaggy hair and pulled his tear-soaked face from his desk.

Loud enough for the class to hear, she said to him, "What happened down there? Did someone breathe on your fragile balls?"

The students looked over and most of them laughed hard. His cheeks burned red. He would always remember their faces, along with every other detail from this humiliation.

Love Cannot Protect Males

Ms. Stout also often indirectly ballbusted boys through their jealous girlfriends. One morning, she saw two students making out in the hallway. They would each say, "I love you," in between their passionate kisses.

As Ms. Stout walked toward them in a tight low-cut T-shirt, she put a bounce to her step. This made her braless tits bounce and jiggle even more than they did already. The boy's eyes opened wide at them as he kissed his girlfriend. He jerked his head away from his girlfriend's lips to have a better view of the irresistible bouncing breasts.

The girlfriend turned her head and saw Ms. Stout. She then scowled at her boyfriend and rammed her bare knee with all her strength into his balls. The searing pain shot through his nuts. He moaned and grabbed his battered boys, then fell onto his side. He continued staring at Ms. Stout to distract from the all-consuming pain.

As Ms. Stout approached him, she made an exaggerated fake frown at the boy to mock him. This filled the boy with impotent rage. Ms. Stout stepped over him and mocked, "Aww, are they okay?" The humiliation amplified his torment.

Eye Balls Betray Boy Balls

Ms. Stout loved proving to the female students that none of them could compete with her womanly figure. Franny would often bend over in mini-skirts. She was addicted to the power this gave her over boys and male teachers. There was the time she spotted Franny Hughes, who was widely seen as the hottest student in the school, bending over in the hallway. She wore her two-piece cheerleading uniform but had gone without panties. She pulled up her red skirt, showing off her stunning round butt cheeks and exposed pussy. Three boys stopped in their tracks to gawk at her with wide eyes, one of who was the beloved captain of the basketball team, Joe Harrison. Franny smiled at them over her shoulder and began waving her butt left and right. Her cute blue-eyed face added to the sight. Erections began to form in the boy's pants.

Ms. Stout thought, this'll be fun. A few feet away from the boys, she dropped a binder she was holding on the floor, then turned around and bent over. Her bare ass was completly exposed. She said, "Oops, got the dropsies today."

The three boys turned their heads to Ms. Stout. The sight of her took their breath away, and their erections rose faster. Franny was devastated to see that they had lost all interest in her. She scowled at Ms. Stout. The victorious teacher looked over her shoulder and smirked at Franny, rubbing it in. Ms. Stout was eager to see Franny take out her rage on the boys.

Franny stood up straight, turned around, and stomped toward the three boys. Her leg launched toward one of them. Her bare ankle collided into the boy's big nut-bulge in his tight khakis. Her ankle slammed his balls upward, then split them to the sides. His balls grinded between his thighs and her ankle.

The boy's fantasy of butt-fucking Ms. Stout was immediately replaced with an explosion of pain between his legs. Air squeaked from his throat as he winced at Franny. Her ankle jostled his balls around some more. It then dropped down. He wailed out, clutched his balls, and fell into the fetal position on the floor.

The other two boys were so deep in la-la land that they didn't even notice the bust. Franny then stepped to the next hypnotized boy. She grabbed his shoulders, then shot her knee into his balls. His meaty nuts in skinny jeans yielded upward as her bare knee smashed them into his pelvis. She felt the squishy nuts compress against her hard knee.

The boy moaned as his shocked face turned to Franny's outraged face. Her knee grinded into his nuts back and forth, eliciting more moans. She pushed his shoulders. He fell onto his back. His hands clutched his searing nuts as he rocked left and right, over and over.

Four sympathetic girls came over to the two boys writhing on the floor. One of them said, "Oh my god, did you boys hurt your plummies?" The girls sat beside them and caressed either their hair or their chests.

One of those girl who was particularly sad over their nut-pain said, "Aww, they're like cute little puppies who got neutered."

None of it eased the two boy's ball-pain. Being treated like helpless puppies by girls only added to their misery.

Franny stepped to the last boy, Joe, the fawned over captain of the basketball team. He stood tall in his tight, thin sweat pants, his massive nuts obviously visible. His much desired cock pulsated. He drooled over Ms. Stout, who grinned at all the action and now wiggled her butt.

Franny slid her hand past Joe's clothes. She grabbed his nuts, giving them a light squeeze. He grunted as his upper body jerked forward. He looked down at his imprisoned package, then faced Franny. It shocked Joe how much his nuts stung from such light pressure. He knew he was completely at her mercy now.

Franny said, "We were destined to be together, and you had to go and ruin it. How could you choose her when she's like ten years older than you?"

Joe whimpered, "I didn't mean to. I want you, Franny, not her."

Ms. Stout said, "Might as well do some exercise while I'm down her." She began repeatedly shifting from crouching to straightening her knees, flaunting her big, shapely butt up and down over and over.

Joe's head turned back to Ms. Stout. His wide eyes followed her butt up and down. He softly moaned, "Oh god."

Franny yelled, "You fucking pig!" She tugged his balls upward and squeezed them mercilessly.

Joe let out a nearly silent scream as his head shook. He continued gawking at Ms. Stout's "exercise", desperate for a distraction from the brutal pain surging through in his nuts and into his torso. It felt like his entire world was being crushed in her grip. Joe couldn't believe that as a big and strong male athlete, he was completely dominated by a girl he'd seen as a beautiful, delicate flower. He knew that his manhood was to blame as it was nothing but frail, lustful weakness.

All of this would be clearly remembered by Joe for the rest of his life. The cherry on top to this traumatic memory was how Ms. Stout subtly celebrated. She looked over her shoulder with a smirk and winked at him, letting him know that she had intentionally set up this trap. She also briefly rubbed her pussy, showing him this his male pain was turning her on.

Ms. Stout walked away, knowing that Joe still stared at her ass as his massive nuts continued begging for mercy.

Her Favorite Nut-Boy

Every straight boy in the school fantasized about fucking Ms. Stout, but none were more obsessed than Kyle Palmer. He had a secret shrine in his closet covered with photo-realistic naked drawings he had made of her. He knew it was ridiculous, but he wanted to marry her.

Ms. Stout took a liking to Kyle as he treated her like a queen, even grading papers for her. It helped that he was a good-looking boy who reminded Ms. Stout of her high school sweetheart.

Every time they passed each other in the hall, Ms. Stout would discretely give him a sack-tap or a quick cock-rub. Kyle never knew if he would receive pain or pleasure, but was thrilled for her attention.

Things escalated with Ms. Stout giving him an after school lap dance every day in her classroom. She'd play with his balls throughout. Eventually, they would dry hump on the floor wit Kyle naked.

Ms. Stout loved teasing his big cock with her tits, ass, pussy, and mouth. She'd keep him right on the edge of cumming, then slap his balls and laugh hysterically. She always finished herself off by rubbing his face into her pussy with one hand, and roughly fondling his balls with the other. Kyle's balls were even more sensitive than most boys, especially as they were denied release. However, he accepted her playful ballbusting as the price of being with a goddess.

The Ball-Game of Revenge

By the loving way Ms. Stout and Kyle looked at each other, Franny could tell they had a secret relationship. She also noticed that Kyle's bulging nuts were even bigger than usual, as if she was playing with him, but not letting him cum. Franny thought, finally, a way to get back at the only bitch who's ever outplayed me, Amy fucking Stout.

One day, she planted a note on Ms. Stout's desk, saying that there was something special to find in the boy's locker room after school.

Franny and Kyle were in the same gym class that day. They played soccer on opposing teams. Kyle stood with his legs spread, ready to defend against an on-coming ballhandler. Franny walked up behind Kyle, eying his over-filled bulging balls in tight cotton shorts. She swung her foot in a white tennis shoe toward his low-hanging nuts. The top of her shoe crashed into his overfilled balls, like a sledgehammer into playdoe. Her foot sunk deep into his manhood. The thud was loud enough to make every student on the field turn their heads.

A deep guttural moan burst from Kyle as his torso lunged forward. His head swung down, seeing the little shoe that plunged him into nut-pain-hell sticking out from between his legs. Franny shook her foot back and forth, continuing to pulverize his balls.

Franny could feel the big squishy nuts compress even through her shoe. Juice flowed between her legs as she was immensely satisfied. She knew he'd be recovering in the locker room long after the other boys left.

Kyle collapsed. The side of his face hit the grass as he clutched his balls with his butt sticking up in the air. Quick breaths flowed in and out of him in between his moans. Many onlooking boys and girls grabbed their crotches in sympathy. Others laughed. Regardless, they were all turned on.

Franny said, "Oops, sorry."

Kyle moaned even louder from the humiliation of her mock apology.

Franny stepped his body. She crouched, bringing her pussy in tight white booty shorts near his face. Kyle scowled at the outline of her tantalizing pussy, jealous of its lack of weakness.

Franny began caressing his hair with her hand. She feigned a concerned expression and mocked, "Ooooh, poor guy. Does it still hurt down there, between your legs? I was trying to kick the ball, but then you swing your balls in the way. Don't you know how sensitive and fragile they are? You should really be more careful with them."

Kyle's face twisted from rage, agony, and humiliation. All he could utter in response was a pathetic groan.

Round 2

Kyle sat on a bench alone in the boy's locker room, cradling his recently beaten balls. Franny came in. She made her way toward him as she stripped naked.

Kyle looked her body up and down. His cock quickly reacted. He said, "What are you doing?"

She said, "Getting ready to fuck you."

"After what you did!? I don't wanna fuck you!"

She took off her last article of clothing, her booty shorts. She then finger-flicked his rising cock and said, "This thing is calling you a liar."

Kyle flinched and grunted. He stood up, his jittering dick nearly touching her pussy. "Get out!"

"Oh come on, we're both so hot, and those big balls look pent up with cum." She finger-flicked his balls, making him tense up and grunt louder. "Just do this for me, and I promise I'll never bust your precious balls again." She grabbed his weakened hands and placed them on her big perky tits.

Kyle was in love with Ms. Stout, but he was also in fear for his balls and desperately in need of sexual release. He said, "Okay, but we can't tell anyone about this."

Franny said, "I won't speak a word of it," then pulled down his shorts and boxers.

They fucked doggy-style. Franny positioned herself just right so that she could look over her shoulder and see Ms. Stout come in through the doorway.

Just as they were having a mutual orgasm, Ms. Stout stepped in. Kyle didn't notice, but Franny saw her enemy over her shoulder. Ms. Stout looked at them in shock and fury. Franny gave her a big open-mouthed smile.

Ms. Stout stomped over to them. Just ss Kyle was cumming inside she grabbed Kyle's swollen, low-hanging, bare balls and tugged them upward. The stabbing pain in his balls ruined most of his orgasm. His upper body jerked forward, laying on top of Franny's back. His agonized face pressed into the side of Franny's smiling face. He looked back and saw that Ms. Stout had him by the balls. Other than fear and pain, he felt guilt for what he had done.

Ms. Stout launched her knee up, and at the same time, she tugged his balls down. His helpless nuts smashed between her palm and her knee. An unbearable shockwave of pain echoed through his balls over and over as crackles escaped his throat. His jittering body slid off Franny and collapsed in a heap. His hands lay atop his battered balls as his cock continued to throb and cum.

Franny fell to the floor, pointing and laughing hysterically at Ms. Stout. In between cackles, she said, "I win, you dumb bitch!"

The defeated teacher walked away, planning her revenge.

Two Balls with One Stone

Ms. Stout used Kyle as a pawn of manipulation. She gave him a mission to make Franny fall in love with him, and in return she would give him release at least once a week. Ms. Stout taught him how to listen to a girl, show interest in her, how to go down on her, and gave him money to buy Franny flowers and chocolates.

It worked. Kyle became Franny's first love. She absolutely adored him and felt so sorry about ever harming his balls and using him for revenge. Kyle felt bad deceiving Franny as his fake love for her became real.

It was time for the payoff of Ms. Stout's plan, which she hadn't told Kyle. One Friday afternoon, her class awaited a biology lecture. Franny and Kyle sat at the front, holding hands.

Ms. Stout stood in front of her desk and said, "So today I thought we'd do something different, but still biology related. For the boys, I'll demonstrate how to check for testicular cancer, and for the girls, and I'll demonstrate how to take advantage of the male anatomy for self-defense. It'll be like killing two balls with one stone-- I mean, two birds with one stone."

Most of the girls in the class laughed.

Ms. Stout said, "Kyle, would you like to volunteer for the demonstration?"

Kyle said, "Uh, okay."

Franny pulled on his arm to keep him from standing up. She whispered in his ear, "Please don't go. She just wants to hurt you."

Kyle couldn't let himself disobey Ms. Stout. He whispered to Franny, "I'll be fine." He pulled his arm back, stood up, then stepped over to Ms. Stout.

Ms. Stout turned him by his shoulders so that he faced the class. She said, "It's easiest to learn this when there's no clothes in the way. Does anyone have a problem with that?"

No one said anything, but a bead of sweat ran down Kyle's forehead.

Ms. Stout pulled down Kyle's boxers and sweatpants. She said, "So boys, when you're in the shower, cup your testicles like so."

She took hold of Kyle's balls, maintaining a light squeeze. He pursed his lips together as he failed to stifle his grunts. Franny winced at his pain. The girls felt lucky to see something so exciting.

Ms. Stout said, "Then you just feel around for any unusual bumps." She brutally worked her fingers all around his nuts, grinding into them.

Kyle's body squirmed as he whimpered. Her fingers did not let up. His pain kept amplifying, forcing him to let out deep moans. Franny grabbed her pussy under her skirt in sympathy. A few other girls also grabbed their pussies, feeling so bad for the cute boy's balls.

Franny thought, no, no, no, stop hurting my sweetheart's balls, you cunt.

Ms. Stout said, "Wow, those are some extra sensitive testicles you got there. I'm barely touching them."

Most of the class laughed, including some boys. The humiliation reddened Kyle's cheeks. He knew they'd never stop making fun of him.

Ms. Stout said, "Hmm, is that a bump? Let me make sure." She squeezed his right ball hard, shaking it a bit.

Kyle made a high-pitched scream as his hands clutched onto the desk behind him. His tortured eyes looked to Franny as she winced.

Ms. Stout said, "I guess I was just imagining that bump. Anyway, let's move on to the women's self-defense. So girls, if you ever feel even the least bit threatened by a guy, simply grab his testicles. Make sure you have a good grip because the male will shake his hips to squirm out of it." She turned to Kyle and said, "Go ahead, try to squirm out."

Kyle squirmed a tiny bit, careful not to put too much strain on his balls.

Ms. Stout smirked and said, "That's it? A woman's got you by the balls. Come on, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle." As she repeated the word wiggle, she shook his balls.

Kyle moaned as the veins in his neck bulged. Franny tightened her grip on her pussy even more. She began to whimper at every attack on her sweetheart's nuts. Ms. Stout loved it.

Kyle wiggled his hips, tugging his own balls from Ms. Stout's statue-like grip. She squeezed harder. With a smirk, she repeated, "Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle." He wiggled even more, torturing his own balls. Most of the class laughed hard.

Ms. Stout said, "It's not just that Kyle has extra sensitive testicles. No guy could squirm out of a decent testicle hold. They're just too weak. Next, we'll demonstrate some techniques that'll ruin any male enough so that you can escape. There's the classic twist, which I'm sure you've all seen from movies and TV." Ms. Stout began twisting his balls left and right.

Kyle's arms curled into his body. "Aaaahhhhh! Uuuhhhhh! Oooooooooohhhhh! Aaaaahhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh! Uuuuuuuhhhhh!"

Ms. Stout said, "Then there's the juggle, where you keep switching pressure. " Ms. Stout went back and forth, squeezing one ball for a second, then the other.

Each time she started on a ball, Kyle's head jerked back. "Aaah! Oooh! Oooh! Uhhh! Aaah! Uhhh! Aaah! Oooh! Aaah! Aaah! Uhhh!"

Ms. Stout said, "I call this one the elevator." She repeatedly jerked his balls upward, then downward.

Kyle's hips jerked back and forth, like he was getting fucked. Squeaks crackled out of him.

Ms. Stout said, "Another good one is the clock." She tugged his balls in a circular motion.

Kyle's hips followed in the circle as his arms flailed. He had no air left to scream.

Ms. Stout said, "It's always smart to finish the male off with a quick strike before they cover themselves up." She let go of his balls. Just before he could cradle them, she then spun a hundred and eighty degrees, slamming her knee into his swollen nuts.

Kyle wretched as saliva burst from his mouth. Ms. Stout nudged his forehead. He collapsed onto her desk. His hands lay lifeless atop his balls, so full of swelling that they pulsated. Franny moaned as she formed into the fetal position on her seat. He hands shook as she clutched her pussy so hard it both hurt and felt good.

Other than Franny, all the girls in the class gave Ms. Stout a standing ovation. Other than Kyle, the boys in the class looked around, terrified.

Still in a fetal position, Franny looked at Ms. Stout with burning hatred. Tears ran down Franny's cheeks.

Ms. Stout smirked at her and mouthed the words, "I won."