Mr. Gambini

June 3rd

Dear Diary,

Yesterday was my high school graduation. Yeah! I no longer have to go to school with these loser boys I've been stuck with since kindergarten. I'm proud to say that I broke the balls of every boy I went to school with. I kicked, kneed, punched, elbowed and squeezed all their nuts. I even busted the balls of some of the teachers.

Even though I got good grades it's still a miracle I graduated with all the trouble I got into for all the nutcracking I did. Despite my grades I think the only reason they let me graduate is to get rid of me.

I remember earlier in the school year I squeezed my biology teachers balls so hard I nearly popped them both. Mr. Gambini. He's a pudgy old fart who always wore a bow tie and eyeglasses thicker than Mr. Magoo's. He tried to feel me up on a field trip to the Fernbank Science Center, a Museum in Atlanta.

Yes that's right. The idiot actually tried to feel me up. Me! With my reputation for breaking balls! Filthy old pervert. I was wearing my favorite pink pleated miniskirt and as usual no panties, yes I'm also an exhibitionist who likes to tease guys before rupturing their nuts. Anyway he took me aside to a secluded area and put his hand on my pussy. My bare neatly trimmed pussy. The fucking nerve of some men.

So I put my hand gently on his crotch. He got this silly grin on his face as I fondled his balls through the fabric of his dark brown trousers. He thought he was about to get some girly action, oh I gave her some girly action all right.

At first I was gentle but I began to apply more and more pressure until he was pleading with me, tears in his eyes. "Ohh please let go. Please I beg you! I'm sorry! Don't rupture me! Oww m--y ba--a-alls! Oh please!

But I didn't let go. I squeezed even harder. My bird twitched as I felt his testicles flatten in my hand. I wanted to rupture him so bad I almost had an orgasm just thinking about feeling his balls pop in my little hand. I held his tiny nuggets in my vice like grip until he began to ****, sweat beading down his reddened face.

I didn't say a word. I just smiled at him as I held his balls in a deathgrip. His legs began to weaken and his knees began to knock together as he continued to ****. I swear I think the only thing holding him up was my grip on his balls and his fear that if he fell his testicles would rip off in my hot little hand.

When I finally did let go he leaned against the wall gasping for air like a fish out of water cradling his aching balls and probably silently thanking God that I finally let go. I watched him for a few moments squirm against the wall he was leaning on. I find it so amusing watching guys react to getting their testes tortured. Hell that's part of the fun of ballbusting.

Anyway that's why when my name was called at the graduation ceremony all the guys in attendance, especially Mr. Gambini sat there with their legs crossed.

I so love ballbusting