Harvest of Pleasure from Venus Hill

She literally ate grapes from my shameful lips, sometimes nibbling and tugging at them, while I eagerly awaited to be filled with her hungry tongue. "Please, put your tongue in my little pussy... I want to feel you inside me!" She obeyed me and immediately shoved her sturdy little tongue as deep as she could. She rubbed my clitoris a little with her thumb, and when I started to squirm more and sway my hips, she knew it was time to employ her tongue with my increasingly swollen clitoris.

The past autumn was quite special. A multitude of scents from autumn fruits, the still gentle sun, and mild, relaxing breezes. My family has been engaged in viticulture for years, so I spend many autumn days in the vicinity of Zelina, from where my family originates. The family house at the top of the hill is old and dilapidated, yet very magical and gentle. Last autumn will be remembered for the exceptional yield of grapes and the cheerful, multi-day harvest. A large family gathered, and our closest friends were invited, so we could finish the tasks of harvesting the juicy fruits as soon as possible, and then we set to a rich table, already traditionally known among numerous harvesters. All my cousins, whom I hadn't seen in years, came, and I enjoyed jumping among the vines in my grandmother's dress and scarf on my head, and once again, I can almost say, I discovered the spirit of childhood within me. The harvested grapes were brought in carts and stuffed into huge barrels in the house's cellar. I was in charge of their distribution, which wasn't a difficult job, as I kept popping the delicious berries into my mouth. The enormous barrels were wider than they were tall, and once women used to stomp the grapes barefoot in them, which has now been replaced by crushing. I wanted to try how my grandmother did it, and when I made sure that there was no one around the house and that everyone was in the vineyard, I took off my sandals, lifted my dress, and stepped into the barrel. The touch with the ripe fruit was incredible; my leg sank almost to the middle of my thighs, which soon were bathed in the dark red juice of the berries. I held the hem of my dress raised to my butt, feeling like I was sinking deeper into the gelatinous mass, and even the edge of my panties was soaked in juice. I played like a child, stomping the grapes energetically, jumping in the barrel, and the squeezed juice sprayed all over me and everywhere around me. A gentle voice pulled me from my madness:
"Oh my, Maja, what are you doing?", I turned around and saw Jelena, my youngest cousin's girl.
"I didn't know this was so much fun," I exclaimed joyfully. "Look, I'm all wet and sticky from the grapes!"
I jumped a few times and sprayed everything around me, including Jelena.
"Come, try it, it's really fun," I urged her to join me, but she was still hesitant.
I splashed my foot near the edge of the barrel, and juicy fruits flew straight into Jelena's face.
"Wow, really! You're completely crazy!", she said through laughter and started taking off her shoes and lifting her skirt.
Her lovely, round legs were revealed, firm from the aerobics she practiced and beautifully tanned from her recent summer vacation. She stepped one leg into the barrel, let out a little scream, and then lifted the other leg. We stood together in a pile of crushed grapes that reached almost to our little pussies.
"This is so pleasant, your clothes are almost a nuisance," Jelena was delighted, "Maybe it would be better to take them off; I think there are a lot of vitamins here that are good for the skin!"
I watched her, feeling a bit uncomfortable when she took off her shirt underneath which she wore nothing. Her little breasts trembled when she tossed the already scanty shirt to the ground and began to unbutton her skirt. I didn't know whether to look at her or not, but I was curious about her naked body and enjoyed watching her. The skirt also ended up on the ground, and Jelena stood there completely naked. Her underwear was obviously unfamiliar to her, as I stared at her shaved little pussy as it gently soaked in the grape mash.
"You don't wear underwear?", I asked in disbelief.
"No way, this weather is too beautiful to be constricted by unnecessary clothing."
As soon as she said that, she dove into the reddish juice up to her neck.
"Oh, this is so good! Just, we mustn't tell anyone; the elders would go crazy!"
I nodded in agreement and continued to squirm in the grapes.
"And you? Don't you plan to undress?", she asked me.
"Well, I don't know, I'm a bit uncomfortable..."
"Come on, what could be uncomfortable!", she moved closer to me, still submerged up to her shoulders. "We're beautiful, young, what do we have to be ashamed of!"
As soon as she said this, I felt a warm touch on my left knee. Jelena was so close to me, and I knew it was her palm. She began to caress my calf, gently climbing up my thigh. I felt uncomfortable saying anything, now her other hand was placed on my other thigh and she was stroking me. Jelena saved me from my discomfort.
"Don't feel uncomfortable! I just want you to enjoy as much as possible. This can be our little secret!"
Her words calmed me, and I began to surrender to her. She climbed her hands to the top of my legs and gently touched my butt. I was having a harder time swallowing, and I began to accept the fact that a woman could turn me on more than a guy. She placed her hands on my butt and kneaded it. I was glad we were in a pile of grapes that somewhat held me up so I wouldn't collapse from the pleasure that overwhelmed me.
"Mmm... sweet little panties... white with lace... I hope you won't mind too much if I tear them... but I simply have to taste your grape little pussy!"
As soon as she said that, she grabbed the edge of my panties and tore the fabric. She tossed that piece of underwear soaked in juices from my pussy and grapes and smiled contentedly when she saw my tiny triangle with a shaved pussy. She moved her palms to the inner side of my thighs and pinched the large lips of my pussy with her thumbs. She spread them apart, and my pink clitoris peeked out, almost the size of the grapes around us. She dipped her hand into the sweet mash around us, grabbed a few crushed berries, and brought her palm to my increasingly hungry little mouth.
"Is the little kitty very hungry? We will feed her now!"
She rubbed the juicy fruits on my pussy; they immediately mixed with my juices, and I felt all smooth, slippery, and sticky.
"Oh, Jelena... how this fits... come on, lick some of that juice!"
I sat on the edge of the barrel with my legs spread, and Jelena squatted in front of me in a sea of fruit. The crushed berries floated on her body, giving her a pink, wet shine; she stuck out her thick tongue and laid it on my hot crotch. In a few licks, she sucked all the sweetness I was covered in, and with her hand, she grabbed the fruits around her and continued to rub my pussy with reddish juice. She literally ate grapes from my shameful lips, sometimes nibbling and tugging at them, while I eagerly awaited to be filled with her hungry tongue.
"Please, put your tongue in my little pussy... I want to feel you inside me!"
She obeyed me and immediately shoved her sturdy little tongue as deep as she could. She rubbed my clitoris a little with her thumb, and when I started to squirm more and sway my hips, she knew it was time to employ her tongue with my increasingly swollen clitoris. Sticky fingers from the juice plunged into my tight little canal; I could barely wait for them, and she worked my clit with her soft and slippery oral organ.
"Ahh... I'm going to sit on your face, lick me faster... Push one more finger into my pussy... ahh... ahh... darling, I'm going to cum soon!"
I watched as her whole face submerged into my crotch; her big, sticking-out tongue greedily licked everything in front of her, and when she felt my pussy muscles tightening around her fingers, she enveloped my clitoris with her lips and sucked it well.
"That's it... oh... here I come, darling... I'm cumming!!"
I pushed my face into hers as hard as I could; my whole pussy was sensitive and aroused, and I came like a volcanic eruption. It took me a few moments to calm down, and Jelena had already climbed onto my lap and was riding me. She greedily grabbed my lips with hers, sweet from the juices of grapes and my pussy, and shoved her equally sweet and warm tongue almost to my tonsils. I wrapped my eel around hers, and we played with soft, sensual licking. I took off my little dress, and her sticky breasts began to rub against my larger ones. Jelena grabbed the fruit around us with her hand and smeared it on my body. Our tongues went wild on the grape-soaked skin, our nipples hardened so much they resembled the berries in the barrel and sharpened against each other. Jelena's pussy lay right on my belly and was getting wet on it. I pinched her hardened nipple tips and kneaded them like dough, and she began to nestle more and more in my lap, further penetrating her tongue into my mouth. We were both wet, slippery, and sticky from the juices, rubbing juicy berries against each other, and she was mixing more and more on my Venus mound.
"Oh, Maja, my pussy is spreading in your lap! The juice is dripping down on your little kitty!"
She quickened the rubbing of her lust against my body, our taut breasts began to collide mercilessly. I helped her by grabbing her butt and pushing her onto me. My finger wandered between her cheeks, and I searched for her tight anus to give her the best orgasm possible. At first, she resisted, but I managed to shove my middle finger into her clenched little hole and began to fuck her gently. We devoured each other with our mouths; Jelena rubbed her pussy in rhythm with my thrusts; soon she closed her eyes, pulled away from my lips, and cried out loudly:
"Ohh... ohh... aaah... I'm cumming, I'm cumming..."
Her whole body trembled, a powerful spasm shook her for several seconds, my finger was trapped by her ass muscles, and her pussy spilled over mine. We stayed in that position for a while, waves of stray orgasms shook us, our hearts slowly calmed, and our bodies relaxed.
No one discovered our game; they only wondered how we had the energy to crush grapes. And the will certainly didn't fade or remain for the next two days that my time with Jelena lasted, whom I never saw again after that autumn.