Date: Tue, 18 May 2004 08:22:55 -0700
From: Donna G <bettyboop4717@hotmail.com>
Subject: Robin Hoode....The Adventure Continues

"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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