Professor Fletcher's Herbal Tea.

It was an experiment under controlled conditions and it was obvious that Daphne was determined to resist. I did not share my sister’s trust in her and something about her made me slightly suspicious. Elizabeth was as radical as ever, laughing out loud and commented that she always wondered what incest would be like. Carefully we sipped our tea and waited. It was Daphne that gave way first, the tell tale traces of sweat gathering on her brow and the uncontrollable urge to loosen garments. It was clear when she could no longer fight the tea, as she stood up and started to remove her rather tailored clothing. After stripping off her clothes to reveal a curvaceous form, with firm breasts and a tiny bush of fair pubic hair seemingly balanced on her pubis, she reclined open legged on the sofa. Her serpentine body was golden and she looked very nubile. I stood up and undressed myself as quickly as possible, stiffening as I removed my clothing and totally hard by the time my whole body was exposed. I felt a hand slide around me from behind and grab my sprung member. I turned to see Elizabeth in only her stockings. I could still feel the thrill, the taboo of it being she. I was aware of the forbidden lust that I was about to capitulate too but I did not care, instead of ceasing I kissed her on the lips, probing her mouth with my tongue. She stroked my head, running her fingers through my hair and submitting to my passionate embrace. I could feel the tip of my cock against her belly and a drop of her moisture running down my thigh as she squashed her quim against my leg. She told me to kneel down I front of Daphne. Which I obediently did. Then she guided me in to her friends sopping quiver. I pushed forward, burying my tool in the third pussy of the day as my stepsister could watch me perform. I hammered the philosophers slit with an endless number of relentless blows, driving my cock deep inside her until she writhed in pleasure, then begged for mercy. Elizabeth then pulled me back and pulled me down upon her. I was inside her in moments, fucking her furiously with long satisfying strokes and gently exploring her wonderful body. My hands ran down her back and cupped her buttocks; my lips caressed her neck and nibbled her ears. Her nails dug in to my back and her lips sucked on mine. It was the most satisfying moment of my sexual life when I shot my load inside her, filling her to overflowing and watching her face break out in to orgasmic glee. She turned over, pushing her arse in to the air, spreading her cheeks with her fingers. I leaned forward and licked the tawny rim, probing inside the soft muscle with the tip of my tongue. Then I started to force my tool in to he anus. Bearing down on her as hard as I could, cleaving her buttocks apart and stretching her mercilessly. It was her pleading for mercy that finally made me cum after a good ten minutes of pounding her. I fell back, my cock smeared with cum and Elizabeth’s juice. Daphne's legs were wide open and her right hand was rubbing between them. Adding her left hand, she pulled her outer lips apart, exposing her clit and the wet hole my cock had reamed out earlier. Touching her clit with her fingertip, she started to flick it back and forth, while the middle finger of her left hand found her tunnel and sank inside. She pumped it in and out very slowly, matching it to the rhythm of her index finger on her clit. Picking up her shoe she then slid it between Elizabeth's spread legs. Carefully she ran the tip of the heel up and down her friend's pussy, watching her face for any reaction. Closing her eyes, Elizabeth leaned back, enjoying the sensation of the sharp heel intruding in to her private, organic tunnel. “More!” she cried, giving Daphne the freedom to do with her as she pleased.Daphne brought the heel forward circling the metal tip on Elizabeth's clit very slowly. A small moan escaped Elizabeth's mouth as Daphne got bolder and pushed the heel into her friend's still moist pussy. Daphne started to pump it in and out; her eyes still glued to Elizabeth's face, watching her open mouth and flicking tongue. Using her other hand, she started to rub the erect clit in front of her slowly. Elizabeth's eyes opened momentarily in surprise, but closed again, as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Moaning she moved her hips up and down with the shoe heel deep inside her. Seeing Elizabeth's positive reaction, Daphne intensified her effort to bring her friend to a climax. Pulling the shoe almost all the way out, then pushing it back in again in one graceful motion, she stroked her harder and faster with each push in and out. With her thumb still rubbing Elizabeth's clit, it didn't take long for Elizabeth to arch her back ferociously and cry out as she climaxed

Slowing down her motions, but not stopping, Daphne continued her actions with the shoe and her thumb. Watching as Elizabeth's juices oozed out of her pussy onto the carpet. Overcome with the sudden urge to taste her friend, she then bent her head forward and started to lick at Elizabeth's pussy with her tongue. Elizabeth's hips jerked up in sudden glorious surprise. Making her tongue flat, Daphne ran it the full length of Elizabeth’s slit several times.

Meanwhile I went in to the kitchen and picked up a rolling pin, then returned as Daphne was spreading the outer lips of Elizabeth’s pussy apart with both of her thumbs. Sticking her tongue out again, she pointed it right at the still erect clit. Slowly Daphne circled her tongue around it, watching in amazement as it got harder and fuller. Gently she nibbled on it, forcing a series of quiet groans from Elizabeth. Placing her mouth over it, Daphne slowly started to suck on the clit, while reinserting the shoe into the still wet hole. Pumping the shoe and sucking on the Elizabeth’s clit, soon had Daphne's face covered with juice. I knelt behind Daphne and lined up the pin with her gaping pussy. She looked over her shoulder at me holding the wooden shaft and gave me a smile of approval. I pushed it inside her, forcing her forward in to my stepsister’s quim. Elizabeth arched her back and pressed her pelvis hard against Daphne’s nose, attaining yet another orgasm. Moaning out loudly and massaging her own breasts, Elizabeth came hard into Daphne's mouth as Daphne’s own pussy pulsed around the rolling pin. She reached behind her and started to pump it herself. I pushed the rolling pin in and out, watching the tender pussy flesh snag on the wooden length, stretch a little then snap back. I leaned forward and sucked on the flesh as it was dragged back and forth, making sure to lick up every ounce of juice that Daphne could produce.

Four hours later, when the magic drink had worn off, Daphne conceded, my sister had proved her point and went to bed exhausted. I decide to retire myself when I noticed none of Elizabeth’s tea had gone. She smiled at me. “Take me to bed and fuck me again. Now your sober it will be even more outrageous.” I couldn’t help but agree.

When I got back to Spalding the following day, my study door was open and a rather important chap flanked by two soldiers was waiting for me. My papers were boxed up and personal effects were placed in to a packing crate. “You know why I’m here Dr. Fletcher. Your current activities are contrary to national security. A discovery like yours could be used to bribe and corrupt people in power. It is the duty of the secret services to suppress this.” “But what about my research?” “The government has decided you can continue in Australia.” I tried to protest but I knew it was no good. “I’ll resign,” I protested. “Be our guest, but if you remember the day you started with the institute you signed the official secrets act.”

Jobless dejected and disillusioned. I had left the institute that day feeling my life was over. My remaining tea had been confiscated and my papers burned. A phone call to London revealed the lab had been raided and my sister’s home searched. Her friend Daphne it seemed was an infiltrator and it was she who had reported me to the authorities. When Elizabeth had cleaned the flat she had found fascist literature in her room and discovered that not only was she a spy but sympathetic to Hitler too. But back then it was not an unusual thing to have sympathies with Herr Hitler, particularly if you worked for a hard line government agency.

A few months later, holed up at my stepmother’s house wondering about my future a package arrived. It was from South America and not only did it contain a whole sack of tea, it contained a letter and a sheet of paper with a recipe too. The letter read.

‘Dear Professor,

I hope I find you well. I am happy to pass on to you the recipe of my herbal tea. I suspect that you will find it difficult to use or study in a culture such as your own. I shipped some to a friend in my native Spain and it was not long before the authorities put an end to his activities so be warned.

As for myself I am giving up the jungle for a while and am traveling to Hollywood, California. I feel the need to experience the love of glamorous European women for a while. If you ever come to America, please feel free to stay for a while. We can share our experiences!’

It was time to start a new career. It was then I decided to set sail for Hollywood……………….