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Robin Hoode P.I. - The Adventure Continues
By Bettyboop (bettyboop4717@hotmail.com)

***

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...

End