Robin Hoode

"Robin Hoode..PI--The Adventure Continues"

by BettyBoop4717@hotmail.com (This is correct e-mail addy)

They call Indianapolis a "hick town"...a "country town". Maybe they're right. But we have just as much bullshit going on here as they do in Chicago...or Philadelphia...or Butt Crack, Arkansas for that matter. People are just people...some good...some bad...most somewhere in between. It's with the in between ones where I spend most of my time. My job is never really that dangerous because I don't mess with the big boys! I mean the really wrong guys. I hunt for missing people...or get the dirt on a cheating spouse...shit like that!

It's the Police who handle most of the crime in Indy. You know who I mean... the dudes and dudettes in the blue uniforms with a badge on their shirt who carry their guns strapped to their hips like Wyatt Fucking Earp! I carry mine in a beaded handbag. It's the lawyers who get the bad asses either sprung or hung! But I can't badmouth the lawyers too much. They throw a lot of business my way. Me? Like I said, I just handle the in between characters. It's what I'm good at!

I just passed the age of thirty (fuck you...okay...I'm thirty-three...) so I guess now is when I start the downhill slide. There isn't anything starting to sag yet though. My tits are still as perky now as they were when I was seventeen. `Course that isn't any big deal when your bra size is 34B. A lot of women have surgery to make their tits bigger. Hell...I'm still trying to grow mine.

My ass isn't what it used to be either...too many stops at Dunkin Donuts when I'm out and about. But some guys like something to hold onto when they're pumping iron...or pumping me...which of late is becoming a rare occurrence. But at least I'm not a full time lez...yet. Women...oh yeah. My sister's of the fairer sex are becoming my hang-up. My weakness if I have one. In the last few years I've really started to dig women!

But listen up...I'm not one of those shorthaired, muscular bitches that try to look like a man. Not that I got anything against a bull dyke, you understand. They can kick ass like you wouldn't believe. It's just that I like being feminine, and that's the way I prefer my women...all soft and cuddly and hair long enough that I can wrap my fingers in it. I get hot for the Barbie Dolls.... not the GI Janes.

So it's Friday and I'm sitting on my sweet ass in my wanna be office on Massachusetts Avenue just a little northeast of downtown. I'm trying to figure out if I should make the drive to Terre Haute to see my Grandmother, or if I should just go home and get dolled up then go chase some pussy. (Okay...maybe I'm more lez than I am straight...fuck you and the horse you rode in on!) After a few minutes of mental argument with myself, I decided that over the river and through the woods, to grandmother's house I'd go. I didn't know making that simple decision; I was going to run into more pussy than a tomcat on the prowl.

I rolled into Terre Haute in my "on it's last legs" Camaro a little after seven and my grandparents were sitting on the porch in the swing waiting for me. Their feet were tapping in rhythm on the wooden porch as they swung, but they were about to teach me a new meaning for the word swinging. I was surprised to see that Grandma had her hair all done up and was wearing a pretty, flowered dress I had never seen her wear before. I was even more surprised to see Grandpa wearing a suit and tie. I stepped up onto the porch and grinned at them.

"Who died?"

"No body died, you silly goose," Grandma laughed.

But I noticed that she seemed to be nervous about something. Her fingers kept fluttering around her breasts, a sure sign something was up. I sat down on the railing that fronted the porch and looked at the two of them. "Okay...give...what's going on?"

Grandma glanced at Grandpa who was still a good- looking man even at sixty-seven years old, and then she looked at me again. "Your Grandfather and I are thinking about joining a little group of friends this evening and we...we are a bit nervous about it. Maybe you could come along with us?"

"What kind of group?" I asked, innocent as a newborn babe. "People from the Grange?" That was some sort of organization for country people and farmers that Gramps belonged to... picnics and cookouts, square dances and shit like that.

"No," Grandma said, averting her eyes. "It's a...swingers club is the way I think it's referred to."

I couldn't help laughing out loud. "A swingers club? Are you shitting me?!? You're both in your sixties! You're thinking about joining some kind of old people's sex club?" I laughed so hard I had to wipe the tears from my eyes.

"There's no need for that sort of language, Robin," Grandma said sternly. "Nor do we appreciate your laughing at us like we are a couple of clowns! Yes...we are in our sixties...but we aren't dead yet, for heaven's sake! Furthermore, the group isn't made up entirely of "old people" as you so rudely put it! There are some younger folks who enjoy...doing things...with we senior citizens."

She shrugged her shoulders. "We wouldn't have planned on meeting with the club this evening if you had forewarned us that you were coming for one of your rare visits, dear. But now that you're here...we thought perhaps you might want to join us."

"You're inviting me to go to some sort of sex party with you?" I looked at Grandpa who had sat there quietly through this whole conversation. "Gramps...you're okay with this? You wouldn't mind if Granny has sex with someone else?" It was hard for me to believe we were even talking about crap like this.

Gramps looked up at me. "Your Grandmother and I have been together for nearly forty-five years now. I figure she isn't going to dump me for a younger man at this stage in our lives. It may be hard for you to believe...what with us being so `ancient' and all as you seem to think...but your grandmother and I are still sexually active."

He pounded the bowl of his pipe against the heel of his hand, then scraped a finger inside it to clean out any remaining tobacco. "It's just that we both agree that the sameness of it has grown a bit boring over these past few years, so we decided to see if we could spice things up a bit." He looked me straight in the eye.

"You're an intelligent woman and in your chosen profession I am sure you've seen worse things than two older people trying to find a little sexual enjoyment in whatever time they have left. There's an old saying, honey...use it or lose it! We can only hope you don't find it necessary to tell your Mother about all of this."

There was a sudden lump in my throat. "I won't tell her, Gramps," I said, embarrassed as I brushed a tear from the corner of my eye. These were two of the people I loved best in this whole world. I stood up. "Have I got time to change clothes and put on some make-up?"

"Of course, dear," Granny laughed. "We'll sit here on the porch and wait for you. You might want to shower too, dear," she added. I laughed and dragged my bag upstairs to shower and change.

I offered to drive so Granny got in front with me while Gramps crawled into the back of the Camaro. She told me to head north on highway 41 towards Rockville and Turkey Run State Park. About twenty minutes later she had me turn into a small country lane that was so hard to see from the road that I knew this wasn't her first time here. (See that? I'm always detecting shit!) There were fifteen or twenty other cars parked around the perimeter of a two story, rambling sort of farmhouse you see often in these parts. I turned off the ignition, then turned my head to look at her.

"Okay Granny...I know this isn't the first time you and Gramps have been here. Maybe now would be a good time to tell me why you wanted me to come along?"

She sighed. "Because one of the couples that belong to our little group is being blackmailed. I was hoping you might be able to help them, Robin. I wasn't trying to trick you!"

"Sure you were," I laughed. "C'mon old lady...you can introduce me inside."

There was an odd mixture of people standing around in the huge living room, most of them with a drink in their hands. Some in my Grandparents age group.... some a few years younger... a surprising number seeming to be around my age. No one appeared to be any more handsome or pretty than the average person one meets in every day life, although dressed rather formally I thought. Suits and tie. Dresses and spike heels. Then a woman with pale blonde hair who looked in her early or mid forties approached us, a smile on her face.

"Jake...Marguerite..." she grasped Granny's hand in her own. "I'm so glad the two of you made it. There's a certain young man that's been worried about whether you'd be here or not!"

Granny actually blushed as she put her hand on my back and pushed me forward. "Denise, this is our wonderful Granddaughter, Robin...Robin...meet Denise...she's our hostess." The hostess with the mostess, I thought to myself as I eyed her double D bazooms. Yummy!

"Pleased to meet you," I said, accepting the hand she stuck out. "Thank you for allowing me to come."

"But you haven't yet...have you?" she asked. "Come yet I mean?" Then she giggled. "I'm sorry.... I couldn't resist. Your Grandmother keeps telling me that I'm incorrigible." She was still holding my hand. "But tell me, Robin...are you here just to be here? Or are you going to be an active participant?"

From the corner of my eye I could see Granny almost holding her breath as she waited for my reply. "Well...as Gramps is always telling me.... maybe I'll just do whatever it is the natives do."

"Wonderful," she smiled. "Perhaps now would be a good time to show you around the place if you like. Before everyone gets here and things start to get wild." She looked at Granny. "Marguerite? I think your young man is in the kitchen mixing drinks. Jake...take a look around and see if there's anything you like, okay?" With that she pulled me towards the stairs.

As we climbed the stairs, she slipped an arm around my waist, but I didn't mind at all. "We have four bedrooms up here, Robin. The biggest room, the master bedroom is the orgy room, for want of a better word. It usually winds up as simply a melange of people all entwined and enjoying themselves." We arrived at the top of the stairs. "This room just across from us is the private room. Some people simply can't function with other people looking on, if you know what I mean. There's a fifteen-minute time limit for that particular room." She turned. "The room there at the end of the hall is the role playing room."

I looked at her. "The role playing room? That's a new one on me!"

She laughed lightly. "It's simply a room where you can let your imagination take flight! You can be anyone you want to be and play out your fantasies." She turned and opened a door just behind us. "This is the curious room. A room where you can try those things you've always been curious about but were afraid to try. Have you ever been curious about anything, Robin?"

"Yeah," I said, lowering my voice slightly. "I'm curious about why you're involved in this. Do you charge a fee or what! I'm just worried about my Grandparents."

"There's no need for you to be worried about Marguerite and Jake, " she said reassuringly. "Your Grandparents are two of the most popular people here! Everyone loves them." (I wondered if she meant that literally?) "Yes," she continued. "I do charge a fee, as you put it! I charge Ten dollars a couple to defray the cost of the booze and the snacks. All of those people you saw downstairs are married couples, Robin. You are the only single person here this evening. We never allow singles, but we made en exception in your case."

" There are three of us.... my husband, one other person and myself... who have formed a little committee to carefully screen whom we invite to our little get-togethers and to keep singles away. We don't want any marriages to end because of this. When your grandmother called me earlier this evening to say she wasn't coming because you had called, it was I who asked her to see if you would join us. I have a little...problem...you see. Marguerite said you might be able to help me."

Taking my arm, she urged me into the "curious" room. There was only a pile of plush pillows strewn haphazardly around on the carpeted floor. No furniture of any kind, a few paintings on the walls. I watched her as she turned to close the door behind us. She was wearing a very pretty, but plain blue dress that was so thin I could see no sign of a bra strap. I couldn't help but wonder if she was naked under the dress as I eyed her ass. Then she turned to me again and got serious.

"A few days ago, I received a phone call a little after noon. It was a male voice I couldn't identify. His voice sounded strange, like he was trying to change how he sounded. He said if I didn't give him a thousand dollars, he was going to tell the police that I was running a `whore house' here at the farm. You can imagine what the police would think if they raided us."

"He only asked for a thousand dollars?" I asked, my mind starting to work. Why would a blackmailer only ask for a thousand bucks? That doesn't make sense! If they knew about this place, why not go for ten thousand...or fifty thou even? From the looks of the house and the property, Denise and her husband could very well afford it if they had to pay. Something didn't add up. "Were those his exact words? He called it a whore house?" I asked.

"Yes," she nodded, then shook her head in despair. "You think perhaps I should make up some excuse and send everyone home this evening?"

I gave it a few seconds thought. "No," I said, shaking my head. "Tell me something...do any of your neighbors know what's going on here? The people who live close to the house? Do they know about these little parties?"

"Yes," she giggled softly. "They know! They're all down stairs."

I laughed. "Introduce them to me later this evening. In the meantime, just play it the same as always, okay?"

"Okay," she nodded, squeezing my hand. "I feel so much better that you're here. Thank you for coming!"

"You did say this was the curious room, didn't you Denise?" I asked. "Well...I'm curious about something again. Are you wearing anything beneath that dress?"

"Yes," she smiled at me. "I'm wearing perfume. Would you like to see?"

Without waiting for any response, she grabbed the hem of the dress and pulled it up and off in one fluid motion. Her tits were fucking gorgeous. I pulled her roughly into my arms and kissed her then, those big beautiful tits smashing against mine. A second later I had my tongue stuck down her throat, my hands holding onto the cheeks of her ass as we swapped spit!

For some reason she reached past me and turned the lights off so that it was pitch black in the room, but I didn't care. She helped me out of my clothes and soon we were sucking each other's tongue again, naked belly to naked belly. Then we sank to the floor among the pillows and I scooted down to suck lovingly at those tits. I guess she was getting pretty steamed up because she put her hand on top of my head and pushed. I paused a moment to lick her belly button, then my tongue scraped over her pubic hair. Soon I was licking her where it counted, lightly nibbling on the fleshy lips of her cunt.

I had my eyes closed as I swirled my tongue around her swollen clit, so I heard the door open but didn't try to see who had came in. I was beyond caring at that point. As I continued to work on Denise' pussy I could hear her soft mews of pleasure as she squirmed her crotch against my mouth. I was conscious of a gentle hand on my hip and then the tip of a cock probing searchingly between my thighs.

Never letting my tongue lose contact with Denise' cunt, I reached back between my legs and wrapped my fingers around the thick cock. As I pulled it to my cunt lips, it was my turn to mew as it slid smoothly and deeply into my pussy. Then whoever it was began to fuck me with long, powerful strokes and I sucked harder at Denise' cunt, moving my hips in rhythm with the guys prick.

My face buried in Denise' crotch and a prick buried in my snatch, It wasn't long before I could feel the orgasm building inside of me. A forceful jet of semen began spurting hotly inside my pussy and sent me flying over the edge! I started coming, my insides convulsing as the orgasm coursed through my entire body. Finally, as the cock pulled out of me making a slight "plop" sound as it exited my pussy, I slumped on top of Denise' nakedness trying to regain my breath.

Even coming down from the high of my orgasm, my heart skipped a beat as the unseen man who had just fucked me moved by me towards the door. My nostrils twitched as the man left a wispy scent of pipe tobacco in his wake. I knew with a sudden certainty who it was that had just fucked me. I smiled in the darkness of the room. `That old son-of-a-bitch!' I thought to myself, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Then suddenly Denise wrapped her arms around me and stroked the back of my head.

"It's okay, baby," she murmured softly as she cradled me in her arms. "I told you that people use this room to satisfy their curiosity, remember? Different people are curious about different things, darling. Just deal with it as simply an act of sex. Someone fucked you and you enjoyed it...I could tell. Leave it at that."

When Denise turned the lights back on, we didn't say a lot to one another as we dressed again. My mind was spinning with the enormity of what had happened, and I wasn't at all certain I could "deal with it". After going down the stairs again, I spotted Granny over in a comparatively quiet corner of the room. The crowd of people had increased since Denise and I had gone upstairs. Granny was sitting on some astonishingly young dude's lap, her lips nuzzled into his neck, his hand moving around under the skirt of her dress. No one in the room seemed to be paying them the slightest bit of attention.

"Robin? These are my neighbors from both sides," Denise said as she steered me to two couples who were standing together chatting. "We call ourselves neighbors even though our house's are all at least a mile apart. This charming gentleman here is Arnold Mason...Arnold stop playing with Kumiko's ass for a moment, will you? The woman whose buttocks seem to attract Arnie so much is Kumiko. She is Japanese, by the way."

"This shy lady hiding behind the chair in embarrassment is Arnie's wife, Norma Jean. But don't worry...it's the shy ones you have to look out for! And here, looking bored with the whole thing, is Carl...Kumiko's husband. Guys? Say hello to Robin.... Marguerite and Jake's Granddaughter."

After shaking hands all the way around, we made small talk for a minute, then I excused myself and said I was going outside for a breath of air. I looked around but Gramps was nowhere to be seen as I made my way through the milling people. If I didn't know better, this would have seemed just another cocktail party. I opened the door and stepped out onto the porch, glad to see that no one else was around. After waiting a minute, I stepped down off the porch and moved around the house. Since there was a full moon, I stayed as close to the house as possible, taking advantage of the darker shadows.

Being very quiet, I crept around to the back where I spotted him immediately. The kid was standing on a box, hanging onto the sill and looking in the kitchen window. It all clicked! A thousand bucks was like a million to a kid like this. The kitchen light was shining on his face and I could see the slight but telltale slant of his eyes. He looked a lot like his mother. I moved forward until I stood only a few feet away from him. "Okay kid...you're busted! The cops are on their way and you're gonna be arrested for attempted blackmail and extortion! How old are you anyway?"

He turned to me in sudden terror and jumped down off the wooden box he had been perched on. "Eleven," he blurted, the tears already coming. "Please don't let them put me in jail, ma'am...please! I didn't mean nothin'! I was just playing around is all!"

"Don't you have a sitter when your Mom goes out, kid?" I asked with one of my favorite snarls, making him look like he was ready to shit himself! "Well... you little piece of crud...answer me! You got a babysitter or not?!?"

"Yes ma'am...old Missus Simmons. She always goes to sleep watching television!" he said, crying even harder now.

"Well...stop crying and listen up...I'm in the mood to cut you a break. I'm gonna have some of my people watching this place from now on! If they catch you around here...or if you make any more phone calls, we're gonna throw your young ass in jail...for a long time! You got that?"

"Yes ma'am," he said, scrambling off the box. "I promise I won't!"

Then he was off like a shot running barefoot across the fields. The little fucker was in his pajamas for craps sake! I watched him go, then moved around to the front and went into the house again. I saw Kumiko still standing in the corner, but alone now. I walked over to stand beside her.

"If I were you, I'd hire a different babysitter," I said quietly. "Your kid was out in back standing on a box looking in the window."

I could hear an audible gasp escape her lips. "Timmy?!? You're kidding, right? Oh no...oh no..."

"It's okay," I said quickly. "Chill out! I scared the hell out of him! He isn't gonna do it again. And there's no reason for anyone else to know about it. We'll just keep it our secret. Where's your husband?"

"I don't know...probably upstairs already," she almost whimpered. "Thank you...thank you so much!" she murmured gratefully, then scurried off to find her old man.

I looked around and saw Denise changing CD's on the stereo system. Moving across the room again, I pretended to be looking through the stack of CD's with her. I kept my voice low. "Your little problem with the phone call and the threat? Don't worry about it...it's been taken care of."

She jerked her head around to look at me in stunned surprise. "Really?" Then she got a bewildered look on her face. "But how...I mean...when could you have...how did you take care of it so fast? Is someone here involved?"

"No," I shook my head. "It was an outside job, a little dangerous because there's a really bad dude involved. I went out and made a call on my cell phone to one of my friends in the rackets! Your little problem will be taken care of tonight!" (Fuck you...I get to play tough detective once in a while) "So don't worry anymore!"

She leaned over and planted a kiss on me. "Thank you...thank you very much."

"No problem," I answered, gliding away from her with my chest puffed up, feeling like Sherlock Fucking Holmes. I saw him coming out of the kitchen just then with a drink in his hand. I sidled up to him and hooked my arm through his.

"Having fun, Gramps?" I asked lightly.

"Sure am, baby," he shrugged, a shit eating grin on his face. Gramps would never make a good poker player, that's for sure. "How about you?" he asked.

"Just so so," I shrugged. "I had a little fun upstairs in that `curious room' a while ago. And I do mean a little fun," I added in a disappointed tone of voice. "It was dark, but whoever it was had such a tiny little peter I could just barely feel it! I'll see you later, Gramps," I smiled sweetly, unhooking my arm. He just stood there staring at me blankly as I moved away from him.

I was starting to get the itchy feeling in my panties again and made my way back upstairs. Pure curiosity caused me to peek into the curious room again, pardon the pun. The lights were on this time and a balding, bespectacled man was on his hands and knees over a pillow on the floor while another middle-aged man was kneeling behind him poking him in the ass.

There was an older woman sitting beside them on a pillow who was watching the action intently. She was naked and her tits sagged down almost to her belly. One hand was moving idly between her legs. The man who was getting ass fucked was grunting with obvious pain each time the dick slammed into him.

Then the old woman cackled. "Does it hurt, Charlie.... does it hurt when he screws you in the butt?!? Now you know how it feels, you cocksucker!!!"

Smothering the laugh that sprang to my lips, I quietly pulled the door shut. Moving down the hall, I opened the door to the orgy room. It was wall to wall naked bodies writhing around on the floor. "You have to be naked to be in this room," a male voice shouted, so I quickly stripped and tossed my clothing onto the pile beside the door. A hand reached up to pull me down onto the floor and I felt hands moving all over my body. It was weird and sexy and scary all at the same time. Suddenly the tip of someone's dick touched my lips and I instinctively sucked it into my mouth, my tongue swirling about the shaft of it.

After that it was just a jumble of sensations...being fucked and licked...never able to be sure who was doing what to who and not caring...just lost in mindless and orgasm filled sex...losing myself to sensation and feel...to the touch of a soft feminine body...then the hairy muscular body of a male.... then both together...I don't even remember getting up and finding my clothes again...feeling the wetness and stickiness on my entire body as I stumbled into a bathroom...not hesitating to drop my clothing to the floor and getting into the shower...letting the cold water wash the remnants of sex away...

When I was dressed again, I went back downstairs and saw Granny sitting by herself on one of the sofas in the huge room. There was no sign of the dude that had been feeling her up earlier. I sat down beside her and leaned back on the sofa.

"I can see you're all pooped out," Granny laughed "You been up there in the orgy room?"

"Yes," I said, turning my head to look at her. "But I got Denise' problem worked out for her. She won't have any more trouble."

She patted my knee. "I knew you'd take care of it," she said smugly. "We'd better see of your Grandfather is ready to go. It's getting late."

I looked at her in surprise. "But Granny...what about you and your young man?" I asked, teasingly. "Aren't you going to...."

"We already did," she said as she stood and looked around the room for Gramps. "In the private room. I assume you know the meaning of the word `private', don't you dear? There he is...let's go!"

On the drive back to their house, the three of us chatted and told jokes and everything was completely relaxed. It was a few minute before we got to their house that I said what I wanted.

"Hey Gramps? That guy I told you about? The one I could barely feel? If you ever run into him, you tell him that what happened was a one shot deal and it had better never happen again or I'll be forced to break both his legs, okay?"

"I'll tell him. Baby," he said casually. "But I wouldn't worry....he'll never come around you again."

Granny didn't say a word while that conversation took place. She just kept quiet and stared through the windshield. I'll never know for sure...but I think Granny knew...

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