Institute for Noble Maidens

It was mid-January 1918, the historical clock was ticking

the beginning of the 3rd month of a revolution capable of bringing freedom and brotherhood to the

proletariat of all countries. But not everything was smooth; the bourgeois world thirsted for

revenge, the Germans were advancing on Petrograd, and the internal enemies of the revolution had become active—all this demanded the organization of a decisive rebuff!

On one of those January days, the commander of the Aurora, Captain Zheleznyak, with

a group of sailors, received an order from Lenin himself to liberate the Smolny

Institute to organize the headquarters of the Revolutionary Military Council there. The premises were occupied

by the Institute for Noble Maidens, which was ordered to be liquidated as

a relic of bourgeois morality. "Don't stand on ceremony with them too much," Lenin himself instructed Zheleznyak, "if anything, show revolutionary

consciousness, because I know these girls—I remember one from my youth

I tried to persuade, wanted to grope; she was staying at my father's estate, but she

didn't let me, the bitch, and her tits..." Vladimir Ilyich rolled his eyes and breathed

heavily from the sudden flood of memories, and apologizing suddenly

ran out into another room. "Probably jerking off or screwing his Nadya,"

thought Zheleznyak as he went outside and got into the waiting one-and-a-half-ton

truck with sailors in the back. In the car on the way to Smolny, he himself suddenly remembered how their ship was once visited by the Tsar-Father with his wife for some holiday, and then these noble ladies, and he, as the senior officer, had to escort them everywhere around the ship, showing and explaining.

He remembered how instantly his iron-hard member stood up, bulging with its 20 cm mass

, how he bashfully covered himself with his sailor's cap and suggested going down to see the engine room, and on the way in the ship's semi-darkness accidentally bumped into their teacher with the big tits and an amazing ass from behind, so much so that his member literally pierced the light dress and drove

between her buttocks, and his hands by inertia landed on her chest... Oh, how she screamed then and, turning around, slapped him with a cry: "How dare you!" That bitch then reported him to the authorities, which led to a reprimand, demotion, and deprivation of a bonus leave home.

"I wonder if she's still their teacher," thought the sailor, and then his thoughts were interrupted by

a loud shout: "We're here!"

The truck stopped, and Zheleznyak, ordering 2 sailors to follow

him, climbed the massive staircase decorated with statues

of lions mixed with half-naked heroes of Greek mythology.

Entering the building and learning from the caretaker where the headmistress's office was, he went up and, ordering the accompanying sailors to stay

put, resolutely entered the room. Inside, despite the frosty day, it was warm; in the middle of the room stood a massive table, near the wall

a sofa was placed, chairs with gilding, and bookcases complemented

the rest of the room's furnishings. At the table sat a woman about 35

with luxurious white hair braided into a plait, plump lips

, a small and beautifully outlined mouth. "Sailor Zheleznyak has arrived

by order of the Soviet government," he began and faltered—she raised

her eyes to him and he recognized her; yes, it was that teacher from the ship

whom he had bumped into, aged 5 years but still her; from the newly flooded

past, his member began to bulge again, excitement once more seized him. "May I at least take off my pea coat here," said Zheleznyak, "it's warm

here with you," he continued, sitting down on a gilded chair on the other

side of the table. "What should I call you, miss—" "Not 'miss,' but Anna Nikola

evna," the lady parried, "and one should undress in the cloakroom downstairs..."

"Well, we're not learned people," replied the sailor, staring at her tits, "—yes, still the same, not to be hidden under any corset!" Feeling the growing excitement, he unbuttoned his trousers under the table and began to jerk his already erect member, completely forgetting the purpose of his visit, but then he still forced out in a hoarse voice that the institute was closed and the premises

were being transferred at the discretion of the revolutionary government.

"Closed? This is the golden moral fund of the Russian people!" Anna Nikolaevna exclaimed indignantly, rising from the table and pacing nervously around the room; she was sexually attractive as never before, her black floor-length skirt could not hide her lush buttocks

, and her blouse literally strained at the seams from the pressure of her busty tits

in time with her movement. "And don't you remember me, Anya?" Zheleznyak said barely audibly, "5 years ago on the Aurora, I pressed against you and drove my member

through your dress into your ass—" Her eyes widened in horror, "Forgive me, I was hasty in my conclusions then, but I was wrong..." Her justificatory

babble was like a trigger, removing the last restrictions

and granting further freedom of action.