Editor's Note:
"Henri Germond, Baron d'Ici" was the
nom de plume
of Arthur Adams Douglas (1979-2024), an American expat and one of the leading lights of the Parisian
demi-monde
of the first two decades of the twenty-first century.
Une éducation sensuelle
, the work most often associated with him, was never published under his name during his lifetime, but most scholars regard the attribution to d'Ici as virtually certain. That this short novel appeared in multiple underground editions during the last decade of d'Ici's life, both in the original English* and in most other contemporary European languages (there are reports of editions in Arabic and Tagalog as well, but the present editor has been unable to trace them) attests to its popularity. We hope that the reading public of today will find as much amusement in d'Ici's work as his contemporaries evidently did, or at least enough to justify the re-issuance of a work which has been unavailable to all but the most determined collectors for many, many years.
*Though d'Ici's command of the French language was reputedly barely sufficient to order a meal in a restaurant, and totally inadequate for any written work beyond a shopping list, his various books were all published by French publishers and with French titles prominently displayed on their spines.
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CHAPTER 1 - The last night with Michelle
Though the Grant house was in certain respects the focus of activity on Spendthrift Island, it was not an imposing structure. This was in keeping with the character of its owner, Dr Marston Grant, the founder and chief researcher of the Spendthrift Foundation. Dr Grant was a brilliant scientist and a fine administrator, well-respected by his scientific peers, and looked on with admiration and affection by all who worked with and for him. His household, though far from luxurious, was well-ordered, welcoming, and generally pleasant. Though Dr Grant's responsibilities with the Foundation kept him very busy, and he had no wife to assist him (for he was a widower), he was a good and attentive father to his twin children, and very proud of them. The elder twin (by a matter of a few minutes—fifteen was it? Or perhaps twenty-five? The reported span varied according to how elder-brotherly he wished to seem), was a sturdy, even-tempered youth, with a shock of thick blond hair and piercing, inquisitive blue eyes, named Richard, known to all as Rick. The younger, Gabrielle, was generally called Gabby, though this was misleading, for she was a quiet, and quietly beautiful, girl. Her long, silky hair was somewhat darker than her brother's; depending on the light, it could be seen as dark blonde or light brown, but either way, it was a perfect match for her soft brown eyes.
There had been governesses and tutors of course, who had looked after the children in the years since their mother's untimely death. Dr Grant was a strong believer in the importance both of a well-rounded education and in the involvement of parents in their children's schooling, so he had made certain that all their tutors had been both competent educators, able to understand and communicate the curricula he designed for his children, as well as able to inspire confidence, trust, and affection in their young pupils. Their favorite, Michelle, had taken charge of their education during the years when most teenagers were attending high school. She had, from the first, been both a great favorite with Rick and Gabby and quite obviously very fond of them as well. On their eighteenth birthday (and not a moment before, for Dr Grant, though completely unawed by the superstition that a child magically became an adult upon turning eighteen, was a careful man, and had no wish to give the authorities any hint of a reason to interfere with his life or the work of the Foundation), which occurred a few months after they had begun the college-level curriculum their father had designed, Michelle's educational responsibilities moved beyond academics to areas commonly left to only the most haphazard and amateurish study. For Michelle, as she had demonstrated to Dr Grant both when he first hired her and on a regular basis since, was an expert in the amatory arts, able to give, receive, and teach others the secrets of giving and receiving, the most extraordinary pleasures of which the human body is capable. She thus began spending most nights in the bed of one or the other of the Grant youngsters, encouraging them to explore the wonders of her pussy with their fingers and tongues, sucking Rick's young cock until he could bear it no longer, or eating Gabby's tight young cunt until she cried for mercy. And on the nights Michelle spent ministering to the needs of Dr Grant—for he was a kind, generous employer, and she was as fond of him as he was of her—Rick and Gabby would usually sleep together, practicing the different techniques Michelle was teaching them. One night they might spend hours coupled in a glorious sixty-nine, Rick tonguing Gabby's pussy and sucking her lovely clit, while she gobbled her brother's handsome and hardy cock. Rick strove to last as long as possible, and indeed, most nights Gabby would climax three or four times before her brother would fill her greedy mouth with his hot, thick cum. Another night, perhaps, Gabby would lie on her belly, her legs slightly spread, her soft, round ass-cheeks begging to be kissed. Rick would begin by eating her asshole while Gabby pressed her groin fervently against the bed. Then he would climb onto her back and slide his hand under her belly. He would hook his middle finger into her cunt so that she could ride his hand, grinding her clit against his palm and rubbing his finger against her G-spot, while he fucked her ass. Gabby would cum and cum again, her face pressed into the pillow to muffle her cries of delight. When she could bear no more (generally several minutes, and at least two orgasms, after Rick had spurted his hot load into her beautiful ass), she would slow the movement of her hips, reach up and stroke her brother's cheek while continuing to alternately tighten and relax her anal sphincter, massaging his grateful prick. But no matter how they had spent the night—oral, anal, doggy-style, missionary, or simply lying next to each other while they masturbated—when they could fuck no more, they would lie in each other's arms and agree that whatever they had done that night was simply the best fucking ever. Often, their pillow talk would get them both so excited that they would have to resume their fuckfest, until one or both cried for mercy, and begged to be allowed to sleep. The next day, no matter how tired they appeared (indeed, more particularly when it was obvious that their exertions had left little time for rest!), Michelle would quiz them fully on what they had done, and that night either Rick or Gabby would be pressed to give her a full demonstration, and Michelle would mingle her praise of their performance with expert pointers on how to make their fucking, sucking, and frigging even more feverishly exciting.
But then, one autumn day, Dr Grant sat down with his children and shared some devastating news: Michelle had decided to leave. The doctor had pleaded with her, speaking warmly of Rick and Gabby's great love for her, not to mention his own, but to no avail. Michelle had insisted that, though her years in the Grant household had been wonderful, and that she loved them all and would miss them greatly, she needed to find a new place, to open a new chapter in her life. Her mind was made up, her preparations already made, and a gloom settled over the household as the date of her departure drew near.
On her last night with the Grants, the family had a warm, though sorrowful, dinner party. There were champagne toasts, and gifts from Dr Grant and each of the young people. After much talk and tears, smiles and reminiscences, it was time for bed, and Michelle invited Rick and Gabby to her room.
"Oh my dears," sighed Michelle, "I'm going to miss you both so much. I've been so lucky, to see you both growing so healthy and strong, and helping you learn how to use those magnificent bodies. Gabby, when I first came here, I don't think you'd even started puberty yet. Your pussy must've been as bald as a baby's. Now it's only hairless because we shave and wax it regularly—what fun that's always been, seeing you naked, licking and sucking on your divine little clit!—and your tits are so lovely, firm yet soft; take off that blouse, won't you, and show them to us?" Gabby quickly complied with the request. "Oh they are lovely, don't you think so Rick?" Rick smiled and nodded his head.
"Won't you suck on them for me Shelley?" asked Gabby. "I've always loved how when you tongue my nipples, I feel a tingling that moves down my body, right to my clit. Ooh, yes, that's it," she sighed, as Michelle cupped her breast and sucked on the nipple, occasionally pausing to give it a little nip with her teeth, then stroke it with her tongue. Meanwhile, Gabby's left hand found her brother's crotch and gripped his hard cock through his shorts, while her right hand sought her own pleasure-button.
"And Ricky," said Michelle, in between sucks on Gabby's tit, "how you've developed! Your cock is so firm and strong, and so eager to be used! And your beautiful tight butt! Those cheeks just demand to be kissed. Take off your clothes, won't you? Let us see that lovely body!" In a trice, Rick was naked, his dick at full attention. "Lie down on your belly, Rick," said Michelle. "Oh Gabby, isn't that a great ass?" Gabby nodded her agreement. "Run to my dresser, dear, and get our strap-on, won't you? It would be wrong for me to leave without using it one more time. Or two or three," she added, mischievously.
