22-02-2026, 04:23 AM
One hour passed. Arjun stood up, holding his notebook, his cock still hard in his trousers, his face confident and proud.
"Sir... the script is ready," Arjun said, his voice steady.
Giridhar Sir nodded, his cock throbbing in his trousers, a small smile on his lips.
"Good... brilliant work, Arjun... now narrate the story... tell us everything... Sudha... listen carefully... this is your role... be ready," Giridhar Sir said, his voice firm, looking at my wife, watching her boobs rise and fall over the kurti top, her large dark eyes wide and nervous.
My wife sat straight, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks shifting on the chair, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under her leggings, her panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings, her large dark eyes focused on Arjun.
Arjun stepped forward like a director on set, his voice dramatic and intense, gesturing with his hands, pacing slowly, eyes burning as he narrated.
"The story is powerful... raw... emotional... it is about the importance of women's education... it starts in a small village... a young girl... innocent... trusting... full of dreams... she is only in her teens... a man comes... promises her love... marriage... a happy life... she believes him... gives herself to him... he fucks her... takes her body... enjoys her... then abandons her... leaves her broken... shamed... alone... she suffers... cries... but time passes... she is in her 20s... another man appears... again in the name of love... cheats her... fucks her... uses her body... leaves her again... she is hurt... deeper... but she survives... then in her late 20s... another man... same story... love... promises... fucking... betrayal... she is used... discarded... again... then in her 30s... another man... cheats her... fucks her... leaves her... she is broken but still alive... then in her 35s... one last man... same lies... same fucking... same abandonment... she is destroyed... completely shattered... but something inside her awakens... a fire... she realizes... only education can save her... make her strong... independent... no more depending on men... no more betrayal... she starts going to evening college... after long hard days of work... she attends classes at night... studies under dim lights... reads books till late... faces taunts... hardships... poverty... but she fights... studies harder... passes exams with high marks... graduates... joins civil services... becomes an IAS officer... serves the country... helps poor women... fights for their rights... becomes a symbol... sets an example for all women who were cheated in the name of love... shows them to stand up... educate themselves... be independent... no longer victims... she stands tall... respected... powerful... free... the story ends with her looking back... proud... unbreakable... that is the message... women's education is power... education saves lives... education makes women free... forever," Arjun narrated, his voice rising and falling dramatically, pausing for effect, eyes flicking to my wife, watching her boobs heave over the kurti top, her large dark eyes wide with emotion, tears forming.
My wife listened, tears in her large dark eyes, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks shifting on the chair, her thick juicy thighs trembling under her leggings, deeply moved by the story.
Everyone clapped for the story, including my wife, her hands clapping softly, tears on her cheeks, her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
Giridhar Sir smiled, his cock throbbing harder in his trousers.
"Perfect... this story is perfect to show the importance of education for women... empowerment... strength... independence... we will make it powerful... no time to waste... we start soon," he said, his voice firm.
I stood at the window in the dark, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of Arjun narrating the story dramatically, my wife moved to tears, clapping with everyone, Giridhar Sir praising, the boys eager, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched, heart pounding, waiting for the next step.
Giridhar Sir looked at Arjun, his cock still hard in his trousers, his voice eager.
"Arjun... now tell us who is playing which character... assign the roles... Sudha must know her part," Giridhar Sir said, his eyes on my wife, watching her boobs rise and fall over the kurti top, her large dark eyes nervous.
Arjun smiled, his cock throbbing in his trousers, stepping forward.
"Sudha akka is playing the main character... the village girl who gets cheated... fucked... abandoned... and rises through education... Sir... you play her lover in her 35s... the last man who cheats her... Karthik plays her lover in her 30s... Suresh plays her lover in her 25s... Vikram plays her lover in her 20s... and I play her pair in her teenage... the first man who fucks her... cheats her," Arjun said, his voice confident, eyes flicking to my wife.
Everyone got excited, nodding eagerly, their cocks straining in their trousers, faces flushed with anticipation.
My wife’s cheeks flushed red, her boobs heaving faster over the kurti top, her large dark eyes wide with worry.
"Sir... the concept is fine... the story is good... about education... empowerment... but... the fucking part... I am not okay with that... I can't do scenes like that... it is too much... I can't act in those parts... it feels wrong... I won't do it," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs pressing together under her leggings, her plump ass cheeks shifting nervously on the chair.
Arjun looked at her, his cock throbbing, his voice calm and reassuring.
"Sudha akka... don't worry... we will show it artistically... no real fucking... just acting... camera angles... suggestions... emotions... it will look real... but nothing actual... we will make it tasteful... for the message... for education... you just act... we will handle the scenes... trust me... it will be fine," Arjun said, his voice smooth, eyes on her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
My wife shook her head slowly, tears in her large dark eyes, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top.
"No Arjun... I can't... even if it is artistic... I can't act in fucking scenes... it is not right... I am not comfortable... I will not do those parts... I can act in other scenes... but not that... please understand," she said, her voice firm but emotional, her thick juicy thighs trembling under her leggings, her plump ass cheeks clenching on the chair.
Giridhar Sir stepped in, his cock throbbing harder, his voice gentle but insistent.
"Sudha... think about it... the story needs those scenes to show the struggles... the betrayal... without them... the message is weak... but we will make it tasteful... nothing real... just acting... please... we need you... the film is compulsory... if we fail... your marks... your future... think about it," he said, his eyes on her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
My wife looked down, tears slipping down her cheeks, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks shifting nervously on the chair.
"Sir... I understand... the message is important... but... I can't... I won't act in those scenes... I am sorry... I can't do it," she whispered, her voice trembling, refusing to agree, her large dark eyes full of worry and determination.
The boys looked at each other, their cocks hard, their faces tense, knowing it was not easy, the plan hitting a wall.
Giridhar Sir sighed, his cock throbbing, his voice soft.
"Okay Sudha... we will discuss... think about it... we have time... but the film is compulsory... we need you... let's see tomorrow," he said, his eyes dark.
I stood at the window in the dark, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife refusing the fucking scenes, her firm no, Giridhar Sir and the boys tense, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched, heart pounding, waiting for what would happen next.
That night at home my wife and I were in bed, lying close in the dark, her head on my chest, her boobs soft and warm against me through her nighty, her thick juicy thighs tangled with mine, her voice soft and worried as she whispered.
"Rajesh... today Giridhar Sir announced a compulsory short film project for our class... it is about the importance of women's education... all of us... the boys... me... and Sir... have to participate... no one can refuse... Sir said if we do not complete it properly... the Principal will not give marks... our three years will be wasted... we will fail... no degree... it is so serious... I am scared... I don't want to lose everything," she said, her voice trembling, her boobs rising and falling against me, her large dark eyes wide in the dim light.
She continued, her voice small and emotional.
"Sir said the Principal was very strict... this short film must be made... it is mandatory... if we don't... we all fail... Sudha... you are important... you must act... no choice... I felt so pressured... I don't know about acting... but I can't risk my degree... I am thinking... but I am not sure... I need time," she whispered, her thick juicy thighs shifting against mine, her plump ass cheeks pressing into the mattress.
I hugged her closer, my cock half hard against her thighs through my dhoti, my voice gentle.
"Sudha... it is for a noble cause... women's education... empowerment... it can change many women's lives... show them to be strong... independent... you are perfect for it... your heart... your kindness... it will be good... don't be scared... I am with you," I said, my hand rubbing her back, my cock throbbing slightly as I thought of the plan.
My wife sighed, her boobs pressing against my chest, her voice hesitant.
"Rajesh... I know... it is important... the story is powerful... but... I need time to think... I am not sure... I will see... please... let me think... I am tired... good night," she said, her voice soft, turning slightly, her boobs shifting against me, her thick juicy thighs moving.
She lay there, sleepless, her breathing uneven, her mind racing, thinking about the short film, the role, the pressure, her large dark eyes open in the dark, staring at the ceiling, her boobs rising and falling slowly, her body tense, unable to sleep, the weight of the decision heavy on her heart.
I lay beside her, my cock throbbing softly, the thought of her in the film, the boys and Giridhar Sir planning, the dark possibilities, keeping me awake with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I listened to her restless breathing, heart pounding in the quiet night.
The next evening I took my wife to college. The parking lot was dark and empty again, shadows long under the dim lights. My wife climbed off the bike, her boobs rising and falling over her kurti top, her wide hips shifting, her plump ass cheeks round and firm under her leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together as she stood.
She looked nervous, her large dark eyes darting around, her cheeks slightly flushed. She adjusted her kurti top with her hands, pulling it down smoothly over her boobs, then smoothed her leggings over her wide hips and plump ass cheeks, making sure everything sat right, her thick juicy thighs shifting as she tugged lightly at the waistband.
"Rajesh... I am feeling nervous today... about the short film... I don't know... I need to think more," she said softly, her voice trembling, her boobs heaving over the kurti top as she took a deep breath, then walked toward the classroom, her ass cheeks jiggling slightly under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together with each step.
I watched her go, my cock throbbing inside my dhoti, leaking precum, then Giridhar Sir and the boys came to me from the shadows, their faces tense, their cocks still hard in their trousers.
Giridhar Sir spoke first, his voice low and urgent.
"Rajesh... she is confused... she didn't agree fully... she is thinking... we need to corner her... make her act... or she won't," he said, his eyes dark.
I nodded, my cock throbbing harder.
"Yes... she is confused... she needs pressure... you have to corner her... make her feel there is no choice... or she won't agree," I said calmly.
Giridhar Sir looked at me, his cock throbbing, his voice determined.
"I will talk to the Principal... I will make him announce it in class... make it even more compulsory... she will have no way out," he said.
I exclaimed quickly.
"Don't tell the Principal about fucking Sudha... keep that hidden," I said, my voice sharp.
Giridhar Sir nodded, his cock straining.
"Don't worry... I will not tell the Principal about that... I will twist it... tell him it is just a short film for a noble cause... women's education... empowerment... I will make him announce in the class that it is compulsory... if we don't make the short film... he will not give us hall tickets to write our final semester exams... we will all fail... the entire class... she will be scared... cornered... she will agree... I will handle it... I will make the Principal say it strongly... she will have no choice," he said, his voice low, eyes burning with determination.
The boys nodded, their cocks hard, excited.
I smiled, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum.
"Good... do it... scare her... make her feel the pressure... she will agree... then we see," I said, watching them nod, their faces tense with anticipation.
Giridhar Sir looked at me one last time.
"Rajesh... thank you... we will do it... for Sudha... for all of us," he said, his voice thick with longing.
They turned and went back toward the classroom, ready to push the plan further.
I stood in the dark parking lot, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the thought of Giridhar Sir talking to the Principal, making him announce the short film as compulsory with failure consequences, cornering my wife, scaring her into agreeing, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I waited for what would happen next.
The boys went to the classroom first, walking quietly, their cocks still hard in their trousers, faces tense with anticipation. Giridhar Sir turned and walked toward the Principal's office, his cock throbbing, his steps purposeful.
After a while Giridhar Sir came out with the Principal, both men walking together toward the classroom, the Principal's face serious but impressed, Giridhar Sir’s eyes dark with hidden excitement.
I went closer, hiding in the dark outside the window, peering in, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum as I watched.
When the Principal and Giridhar Sir walked inside the classroom, all the boys and my wife stood up immediately.
"Good evening Sir," my wife and the boys said together, their voices respectful.
My wife stood, her kurti top and leggings bunched and wedged uncomfortably between her ass crack. She quickly reached back with her left hand, pulling her kurti top and leggings out from between her ass cheeks, smoothing her kurti top and leggings over her plump ass cheeks, her thick juicy thighs shifting as she adjusted, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top.
The Principal nodded, his voice calm but firm.
"Sit down... all of you," he said, waiting as they sat, my wife lowering herself carefully, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under her leggings.
The Principal stood at the front, his voice loud and authoritative.
"Students... I have come personally because this is important... Giridhar Sir narrated the short film story to me... I was very impressed... it is a noble cause... the importance of women's education... empowerment... independence... this project is compulsory for this class... Arjun, Vikram, Suresh, Karthik, Sudha, and Giridhar Sir... all of you must participate... no one can refuse... it must be completed within 2 days... the film will be screened... submitted... if it is not ready in 2 days... I will not give hall tickets to any of you... you will not be allowed to write your final semester exams... the entire class will fail... your three years of hard work will be wasted... no degree... no future... this is not a request... it is an order... I am serious... do not test me... complete it... show the importance of educating women... make it powerful like the story Giridhar Sir told me... now get to work," he said, his voice stern, eyes sweeping the room.
My wife sat frozen, her boobs rising and falling rapidly over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks clenching on the chair, her thick juicy thighs trembling under her leggings, her dream of getting her degree, her future, suddenly at risk, tears threatening in her large dark eyes, her heart pounding with fear that everything she worked for could be ruined.
The Principal nodded to Giridhar Sir, then left the classroom.
Giridhar Sir looked at the class, his cock throbbing, his voice firm.
"You heard the Principal... we have 2 days... no hall tickets if we fail... we start now... Arjun... you have the script... begin," he said, his eyes on my wife.
I stood outside in the dark, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of the Principal cornering my wife and the class, threatening no hall tickets, failure, ruined future, my wife scared, her dream in danger, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched, heart pounding, knowing the plan was tightening around her.
Giridhar Sir went outside following the Principal, walking quickly to catch up, his cock still hard in his trousers, his face tense with determination. The boys stayed inside the classroom, waiting, their cocks throbbing, eyes on my wife as she sat, her boobs rising and falling over her kurti top, her large dark eyes worried, her plump ass cheeks shifting on the chair.
One by one the boys cornered my wife, surrounding her chair, their voices low and urgent.
Vikram spoke first, leaning in close.
"Sudha akka... our degree is in your hands... our future depends on you... we must do this short film at any cost... please... don't let us fail," he said, his cock straining in his trousers.
Suresh added, his voice pleading.
"Akka... your dream to have your degree... it is in your hands too... if we don't make the film... we all lose everything... please... think about us... think about yourself," he said, his cock hard, eyes desperate.
Karthik joined, his voice soft but intense.
"Sudha akka... we can't lose our degree... our lives... it is all on you... we must do this... for our future... for your future... please," he said, his cock throbbing.
Arjun stepped closer last, his cock straining, his voice calm but persuasive.
"Akka... don't worry... I will direct it... shoot it artistically... we will use soft lighting... close-up shots on faces... emotions... symbolic angles... no explicit anything... just suggestion... camera will cut away... show shadows... hands... eyes... feelings... it will look real... but tasteful... safe... for the message... for education... trust me... it will be beautiful," Arjun said, his voice convincing, technical, eyes on her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
My wife listened, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her large dark eyes thinking, her plump ass cheeks shifting on the chair, her thick juicy thighs trembling under her leggings, her mind racing.
Giridhar Sir came back inside, his cock throbbing, his face serious.
"The Principal just confirmed... we have to make it in 2 days... or else none of you will get hall tickets... your future will be ruined... all of you... fail... no degree... he was very clear," Giridhar Sir said, his voice grave, eyes on my wife.
The boys pretended to get scared, their cocks still hard, their faces showing panic.
"Oh no... 2 days... we will fail... our degree... gone," Vikram said, his voice shaking.
"We can't let that happen... we must do it," Suresh added, his cock straining.
My wife looked at each of them, worried, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her large dark eyes filling with fear.
"I... I have to discuss with my husband... I need to talk to him... make a decision... I can't decide alone," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs pressing together under her leggings.
Giridhar Sir nodded, his cock throbbing.
"Good... you must listen to your husband... that's right... go home... discuss with your husband... take his advice... then tell us tomorrow... we will wait... but remember... 2 days... no hall tickets if we fail," he said, his voice firm but gentle, eyes on her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
My wife stood up, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks shifting, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under her leggings, her large dark eyes worried.
"Okay sir... I will go home... discuss with my husband... I will tell you tomorrow," she said softly, her voice emotional, then walked out, her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs moving with each step.
Giridhar Sir watched her go, his cock throbbing, then turned to the boys.
"She will discuss... we wait... tomorrow she will agree... the plan moves forward," he said, his voice low.
I stood outside in the dark, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife cornered by the boys, Giridhar Sir pushing the deadline, her worry, her need to discuss with me, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched her leave, heart pounding, waiting for her to come home and talk to me.
"Sir... the script is ready," Arjun said, his voice steady.
Giridhar Sir nodded, his cock throbbing in his trousers, a small smile on his lips.
"Good... brilliant work, Arjun... now narrate the story... tell us everything... Sudha... listen carefully... this is your role... be ready," Giridhar Sir said, his voice firm, looking at my wife, watching her boobs rise and fall over the kurti top, her large dark eyes wide and nervous.
My wife sat straight, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks shifting on the chair, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under her leggings, her panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings, her large dark eyes focused on Arjun.
Arjun stepped forward like a director on set, his voice dramatic and intense, gesturing with his hands, pacing slowly, eyes burning as he narrated.
"The story is powerful... raw... emotional... it is about the importance of women's education... it starts in a small village... a young girl... innocent... trusting... full of dreams... she is only in her teens... a man comes... promises her love... marriage... a happy life... she believes him... gives herself to him... he fucks her... takes her body... enjoys her... then abandons her... leaves her broken... shamed... alone... she suffers... cries... but time passes... she is in her 20s... another man appears... again in the name of love... cheats her... fucks her... uses her body... leaves her again... she is hurt... deeper... but she survives... then in her late 20s... another man... same story... love... promises... fucking... betrayal... she is used... discarded... again... then in her 30s... another man... cheats her... fucks her... leaves her... she is broken but still alive... then in her 35s... one last man... same lies... same fucking... same abandonment... she is destroyed... completely shattered... but something inside her awakens... a fire... she realizes... only education can save her... make her strong... independent... no more depending on men... no more betrayal... she starts going to evening college... after long hard days of work... she attends classes at night... studies under dim lights... reads books till late... faces taunts... hardships... poverty... but she fights... studies harder... passes exams with high marks... graduates... joins civil services... becomes an IAS officer... serves the country... helps poor women... fights for their rights... becomes a symbol... sets an example for all women who were cheated in the name of love... shows them to stand up... educate themselves... be independent... no longer victims... she stands tall... respected... powerful... free... the story ends with her looking back... proud... unbreakable... that is the message... women's education is power... education saves lives... education makes women free... forever," Arjun narrated, his voice rising and falling dramatically, pausing for effect, eyes flicking to my wife, watching her boobs heave over the kurti top, her large dark eyes wide with emotion, tears forming.
My wife listened, tears in her large dark eyes, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks shifting on the chair, her thick juicy thighs trembling under her leggings, deeply moved by the story.
Everyone clapped for the story, including my wife, her hands clapping softly, tears on her cheeks, her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
Giridhar Sir smiled, his cock throbbing harder in his trousers.
"Perfect... this story is perfect to show the importance of education for women... empowerment... strength... independence... we will make it powerful... no time to waste... we start soon," he said, his voice firm.
I stood at the window in the dark, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of Arjun narrating the story dramatically, my wife moved to tears, clapping with everyone, Giridhar Sir praising, the boys eager, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched, heart pounding, waiting for the next step.
Giridhar Sir looked at Arjun, his cock still hard in his trousers, his voice eager.
"Arjun... now tell us who is playing which character... assign the roles... Sudha must know her part," Giridhar Sir said, his eyes on my wife, watching her boobs rise and fall over the kurti top, her large dark eyes nervous.
Arjun smiled, his cock throbbing in his trousers, stepping forward.
"Sudha akka is playing the main character... the village girl who gets cheated... fucked... abandoned... and rises through education... Sir... you play her lover in her 35s... the last man who cheats her... Karthik plays her lover in her 30s... Suresh plays her lover in her 25s... Vikram plays her lover in her 20s... and I play her pair in her teenage... the first man who fucks her... cheats her," Arjun said, his voice confident, eyes flicking to my wife.
Everyone got excited, nodding eagerly, their cocks straining in their trousers, faces flushed with anticipation.
My wife’s cheeks flushed red, her boobs heaving faster over the kurti top, her large dark eyes wide with worry.
"Sir... the concept is fine... the story is good... about education... empowerment... but... the fucking part... I am not okay with that... I can't do scenes like that... it is too much... I can't act in those parts... it feels wrong... I won't do it," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs pressing together under her leggings, her plump ass cheeks shifting nervously on the chair.
Arjun looked at her, his cock throbbing, his voice calm and reassuring.
"Sudha akka... don't worry... we will show it artistically... no real fucking... just acting... camera angles... suggestions... emotions... it will look real... but nothing actual... we will make it tasteful... for the message... for education... you just act... we will handle the scenes... trust me... it will be fine," Arjun said, his voice smooth, eyes on her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
My wife shook her head slowly, tears in her large dark eyes, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top.
"No Arjun... I can't... even if it is artistic... I can't act in fucking scenes... it is not right... I am not comfortable... I will not do those parts... I can act in other scenes... but not that... please understand," she said, her voice firm but emotional, her thick juicy thighs trembling under her leggings, her plump ass cheeks clenching on the chair.
Giridhar Sir stepped in, his cock throbbing harder, his voice gentle but insistent.
"Sudha... think about it... the story needs those scenes to show the struggles... the betrayal... without them... the message is weak... but we will make it tasteful... nothing real... just acting... please... we need you... the film is compulsory... if we fail... your marks... your future... think about it," he said, his eyes on her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
My wife looked down, tears slipping down her cheeks, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks shifting nervously on the chair.
"Sir... I understand... the message is important... but... I can't... I won't act in those scenes... I am sorry... I can't do it," she whispered, her voice trembling, refusing to agree, her large dark eyes full of worry and determination.
The boys looked at each other, their cocks hard, their faces tense, knowing it was not easy, the plan hitting a wall.
Giridhar Sir sighed, his cock throbbing, his voice soft.
"Okay Sudha... we will discuss... think about it... we have time... but the film is compulsory... we need you... let's see tomorrow," he said, his eyes dark.
I stood at the window in the dark, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife refusing the fucking scenes, her firm no, Giridhar Sir and the boys tense, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched, heart pounding, waiting for what would happen next.
That night at home my wife and I were in bed, lying close in the dark, her head on my chest, her boobs soft and warm against me through her nighty, her thick juicy thighs tangled with mine, her voice soft and worried as she whispered.
"Rajesh... today Giridhar Sir announced a compulsory short film project for our class... it is about the importance of women's education... all of us... the boys... me... and Sir... have to participate... no one can refuse... Sir said if we do not complete it properly... the Principal will not give marks... our three years will be wasted... we will fail... no degree... it is so serious... I am scared... I don't want to lose everything," she said, her voice trembling, her boobs rising and falling against me, her large dark eyes wide in the dim light.
She continued, her voice small and emotional.
"Sir said the Principal was very strict... this short film must be made... it is mandatory... if we don't... we all fail... Sudha... you are important... you must act... no choice... I felt so pressured... I don't know about acting... but I can't risk my degree... I am thinking... but I am not sure... I need time," she whispered, her thick juicy thighs shifting against mine, her plump ass cheeks pressing into the mattress.
I hugged her closer, my cock half hard against her thighs through my dhoti, my voice gentle.
"Sudha... it is for a noble cause... women's education... empowerment... it can change many women's lives... show them to be strong... independent... you are perfect for it... your heart... your kindness... it will be good... don't be scared... I am with you," I said, my hand rubbing her back, my cock throbbing slightly as I thought of the plan.
My wife sighed, her boobs pressing against my chest, her voice hesitant.
"Rajesh... I know... it is important... the story is powerful... but... I need time to think... I am not sure... I will see... please... let me think... I am tired... good night," she said, her voice soft, turning slightly, her boobs shifting against me, her thick juicy thighs moving.
She lay there, sleepless, her breathing uneven, her mind racing, thinking about the short film, the role, the pressure, her large dark eyes open in the dark, staring at the ceiling, her boobs rising and falling slowly, her body tense, unable to sleep, the weight of the decision heavy on her heart.
I lay beside her, my cock throbbing softly, the thought of her in the film, the boys and Giridhar Sir planning, the dark possibilities, keeping me awake with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I listened to her restless breathing, heart pounding in the quiet night.
The next evening I took my wife to college. The parking lot was dark and empty again, shadows long under the dim lights. My wife climbed off the bike, her boobs rising and falling over her kurti top, her wide hips shifting, her plump ass cheeks round and firm under her leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together as she stood.
She looked nervous, her large dark eyes darting around, her cheeks slightly flushed. She adjusted her kurti top with her hands, pulling it down smoothly over her boobs, then smoothed her leggings over her wide hips and plump ass cheeks, making sure everything sat right, her thick juicy thighs shifting as she tugged lightly at the waistband.
"Rajesh... I am feeling nervous today... about the short film... I don't know... I need to think more," she said softly, her voice trembling, her boobs heaving over the kurti top as she took a deep breath, then walked toward the classroom, her ass cheeks jiggling slightly under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together with each step.
I watched her go, my cock throbbing inside my dhoti, leaking precum, then Giridhar Sir and the boys came to me from the shadows, their faces tense, their cocks still hard in their trousers.
Giridhar Sir spoke first, his voice low and urgent.
"Rajesh... she is confused... she didn't agree fully... she is thinking... we need to corner her... make her act... or she won't," he said, his eyes dark.
I nodded, my cock throbbing harder.
"Yes... she is confused... she needs pressure... you have to corner her... make her feel there is no choice... or she won't agree," I said calmly.
Giridhar Sir looked at me, his cock throbbing, his voice determined.
"I will talk to the Principal... I will make him announce it in class... make it even more compulsory... she will have no way out," he said.
I exclaimed quickly.
"Don't tell the Principal about fucking Sudha... keep that hidden," I said, my voice sharp.
Giridhar Sir nodded, his cock straining.
"Don't worry... I will not tell the Principal about that... I will twist it... tell him it is just a short film for a noble cause... women's education... empowerment... I will make him announce in the class that it is compulsory... if we don't make the short film... he will not give us hall tickets to write our final semester exams... we will all fail... the entire class... she will be scared... cornered... she will agree... I will handle it... I will make the Principal say it strongly... she will have no choice," he said, his voice low, eyes burning with determination.
The boys nodded, their cocks hard, excited.
I smiled, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum.
"Good... do it... scare her... make her feel the pressure... she will agree... then we see," I said, watching them nod, their faces tense with anticipation.
Giridhar Sir looked at me one last time.
"Rajesh... thank you... we will do it... for Sudha... for all of us," he said, his voice thick with longing.
They turned and went back toward the classroom, ready to push the plan further.
I stood in the dark parking lot, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the thought of Giridhar Sir talking to the Principal, making him announce the short film as compulsory with failure consequences, cornering my wife, scaring her into agreeing, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I waited for what would happen next.
The boys went to the classroom first, walking quietly, their cocks still hard in their trousers, faces tense with anticipation. Giridhar Sir turned and walked toward the Principal's office, his cock throbbing, his steps purposeful.
After a while Giridhar Sir came out with the Principal, both men walking together toward the classroom, the Principal's face serious but impressed, Giridhar Sir’s eyes dark with hidden excitement.
I went closer, hiding in the dark outside the window, peering in, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum as I watched.
When the Principal and Giridhar Sir walked inside the classroom, all the boys and my wife stood up immediately.
"Good evening Sir," my wife and the boys said together, their voices respectful.
My wife stood, her kurti top and leggings bunched and wedged uncomfortably between her ass crack. She quickly reached back with her left hand, pulling her kurti top and leggings out from between her ass cheeks, smoothing her kurti top and leggings over her plump ass cheeks, her thick juicy thighs shifting as she adjusted, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top.
The Principal nodded, his voice calm but firm.
"Sit down... all of you," he said, waiting as they sat, my wife lowering herself carefully, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under her leggings.
The Principal stood at the front, his voice loud and authoritative.
"Students... I have come personally because this is important... Giridhar Sir narrated the short film story to me... I was very impressed... it is a noble cause... the importance of women's education... empowerment... independence... this project is compulsory for this class... Arjun, Vikram, Suresh, Karthik, Sudha, and Giridhar Sir... all of you must participate... no one can refuse... it must be completed within 2 days... the film will be screened... submitted... if it is not ready in 2 days... I will not give hall tickets to any of you... you will not be allowed to write your final semester exams... the entire class will fail... your three years of hard work will be wasted... no degree... no future... this is not a request... it is an order... I am serious... do not test me... complete it... show the importance of educating women... make it powerful like the story Giridhar Sir told me... now get to work," he said, his voice stern, eyes sweeping the room.
My wife sat frozen, her boobs rising and falling rapidly over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks clenching on the chair, her thick juicy thighs trembling under her leggings, her dream of getting her degree, her future, suddenly at risk, tears threatening in her large dark eyes, her heart pounding with fear that everything she worked for could be ruined.
The Principal nodded to Giridhar Sir, then left the classroom.
Giridhar Sir looked at the class, his cock throbbing, his voice firm.
"You heard the Principal... we have 2 days... no hall tickets if we fail... we start now... Arjun... you have the script... begin," he said, his eyes on my wife.
I stood outside in the dark, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of the Principal cornering my wife and the class, threatening no hall tickets, failure, ruined future, my wife scared, her dream in danger, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched, heart pounding, knowing the plan was tightening around her.
Giridhar Sir went outside following the Principal, walking quickly to catch up, his cock still hard in his trousers, his face tense with determination. The boys stayed inside the classroom, waiting, their cocks throbbing, eyes on my wife as she sat, her boobs rising and falling over her kurti top, her large dark eyes worried, her plump ass cheeks shifting on the chair.
One by one the boys cornered my wife, surrounding her chair, their voices low and urgent.
Vikram spoke first, leaning in close.
"Sudha akka... our degree is in your hands... our future depends on you... we must do this short film at any cost... please... don't let us fail," he said, his cock straining in his trousers.
Suresh added, his voice pleading.
"Akka... your dream to have your degree... it is in your hands too... if we don't make the film... we all lose everything... please... think about us... think about yourself," he said, his cock hard, eyes desperate.
Karthik joined, his voice soft but intense.
"Sudha akka... we can't lose our degree... our lives... it is all on you... we must do this... for our future... for your future... please," he said, his cock throbbing.
Arjun stepped closer last, his cock straining, his voice calm but persuasive.
"Akka... don't worry... I will direct it... shoot it artistically... we will use soft lighting... close-up shots on faces... emotions... symbolic angles... no explicit anything... just suggestion... camera will cut away... show shadows... hands... eyes... feelings... it will look real... but tasteful... safe... for the message... for education... trust me... it will be beautiful," Arjun said, his voice convincing, technical, eyes on her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
My wife listened, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her large dark eyes thinking, her plump ass cheeks shifting on the chair, her thick juicy thighs trembling under her leggings, her mind racing.
Giridhar Sir came back inside, his cock throbbing, his face serious.
"The Principal just confirmed... we have to make it in 2 days... or else none of you will get hall tickets... your future will be ruined... all of you... fail... no degree... he was very clear," Giridhar Sir said, his voice grave, eyes on my wife.
The boys pretended to get scared, their cocks still hard, their faces showing panic.
"Oh no... 2 days... we will fail... our degree... gone," Vikram said, his voice shaking.
"We can't let that happen... we must do it," Suresh added, his cock straining.
My wife looked at each of them, worried, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her large dark eyes filling with fear.
"I... I have to discuss with my husband... I need to talk to him... make a decision... I can't decide alone," she said softly, her voice trembling, her thick juicy thighs pressing together under her leggings.
Giridhar Sir nodded, his cock throbbing.
"Good... you must listen to your husband... that's right... go home... discuss with your husband... take his advice... then tell us tomorrow... we will wait... but remember... 2 days... no hall tickets if we fail," he said, his voice firm but gentle, eyes on her boobs heaving over the kurti top.
My wife stood up, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks shifting, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together under her leggings, her large dark eyes worried.
"Okay sir... I will go home... discuss with my husband... I will tell you tomorrow," she said softly, her voice emotional, then walked out, her ass cheeks jiggling under her leggings, her thick juicy thighs moving with each step.
Giridhar Sir watched her go, his cock throbbing, then turned to the boys.
"She will discuss... we wait... tomorrow she will agree... the plan moves forward," he said, his voice low.
I stood outside in the dark, my cock throbbing painfully inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife cornered by the boys, Giridhar Sir pushing the deadline, her worry, her need to discuss with me, drove me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I watched her leave, heart pounding, waiting for her to come home and talk to me.
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