A night with Svetlana Bukharina

I wanted to fuck Bukharina so bad for months. Every time I took a walk on the streets of Syktyvkar I saw her, although she was in disguise so some mad Passionnary wouldn't kill her. However I knew it was her, and my cock couldn't help it but get erect every time at the sheer glimpse of her. I would have killed more dissenters than Genrikh Yagoda just to get the opportunity for her to step on me, I would have relinquished all my hopes and dreams for her to be my wife, my lover, my Russian mummy, my Soviet slut.

And this was the moment I've been waiting for. I was standing outside of her home. My hand moved to knock on the door. I tried to stop it, but it was too late. I already gave a knock, and it would simply be weird if I hadn't continued. "A moment!", Bukharina yelled. In a span of seconds she opened the door, her hair more black than ever, and her cheeks red like the former star of the Kremlin. I sat down and she brought me a cup of tea. We listened to Radio Free Syktyvkar, laughing at the blatant reactionary propaganda. However when I accidentally revealed to her I was a Zhdanovist we got into a fight. She simply couldn't understand the progress that the glorious visions of comrade Andrei could bring. After a few minutes of awkwardly sitting on the couch, she decisively grabbed my hand and started leading me towards the bedroom. I was confused, but did not try to stop what was about to happen.

As soon as we got on the bed I began sucking the whole fat Marxist milk from her giant libertarian socialist titties, while she gently caressed my erect cock. However, when she started going down on me, Sablin came through the door. He came all the way from Buryatia to check in on Svetlana and talk about unification. The door was left unlocked. "Um, comrade Bukharina...", Sablin said. Svetlana quickly covered us up with the bedsheets. "What do you want, Valery?" Sablin decisively took two steps forward as if nothing was odd. He was probably going to discuss political matters like a fool. However, with the second step he slipped and fell right into Svetlana's alluring bosom. Sablin quickly stood up and blushingly appologized, however Bukharina noticed his erect penis. "Why don't you join us Valery?" Sablin took a moment to absorb what he just heard, but after that without any hesitation took his white uniform pants down and throbbed his juicy, 7 inch, revolutionary dick up Bukharina's mouth. I felt a little cucked, but myself started thrusting my shlong up and down her communist milkers. As soon as my filthy, reactionary, ultravisionary cum started coming out, the libertarian Leninist came too, and our cum joined into one worker's collective of thick sperm, covering almost all of Svetlana's sweet, glistening, smooth, creamy skin with our ejaculate, as Svetlana tried to catch as much as she could into her mouth which spoke greater revolutionary words than Marx himself.

Sablin left soon after, and Svetlana and I waited for my cock to come up again. Svetlana started to speak such filthy, perverse words from her luscious lips while slowly caressing my balls. My peepee became even harder than the first time. I mounted the daughter of Bukharin and throbbed my shlong into her, moving as much as I could. Svetlana's moans were heard from Germania to the Sverdlovsk and her squirt filled up the Mediterranean Sea, reversing the Atlantropa project. Exhausted, I put on my underpants and fell asleep, awaiting next day's adventures.

*Author: u/[deleted]*