You're a Hard Man Charlie Brown

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Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

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"Do you see him, sir?" Marcie asked, trying to peer through her oversized classes.

"Marcie, how many times I got to tell you, quit calling me sir?" Peppermint Patty complained. "When's the last time you cleaned those glasses anyway? Don't know how you can see anything through those filthy things."

"Yes sir," Marcie said, taking the large glasses off and using her shirt to clean them.

"Remember, we're looking for Chuck. He's kind of scrawny, got a big round head," Peppermint Patty said.

"Wearing a yellow shirt with a zig zag stripe," Marcie agreed.

"Whoa, fuck Chuck, check out the totally hot guy coming this way," Peppermint Patty said, looking at a tall, well-muscled bald headed man walking toward them.

The man had a shaved head, blond eyebrows and a blond goatee and mustache. His muscles rippled, threatening to burst out of the snug prison denims he was wearing. His eyes were hard as he swaggered toward the two women leaning against Patty's 2019 Lexus.

"Hey, thanks for coming to get me," Charlie Brown said, stopping in front of Peppermint Patty.

"Chu-Chuck?" Peppermint Patty goggled.

"Charles?" Marcie asked, feeling blindly toward the handsome stranger.

"Good grief, it's so good to see you," Charlie said, bending and hugging Peppermint Patty.

"I uh, yeah, you too, Chuck," Peppermint Patty agreed, grabbing her childhood friend and giving him a hot kiss, using plenty of tongue while pressing her breasts against him.

"AAUGH!" Marcie cried out as she was lifted from the ground and hugged tightly.

"So, uh, Chuck? What? What happened to you?" Peppermint Patty asked as they drove away from the prison, Charlie Brown's residence for the past five years.

"Figured it out and fucking quickly," Charlie said from the back seat of the luxury car. "Can either keep being a punk, getting corn holed every fucking night, or can start working out, give myself a fighting chance next time they come around looking to slip me the schlong."

"Corn, corn holed?" Marcie gasped, dropping her hand to her crotch.

"And all because of that pussy Franklin," Charlie yelled bitterly. "Anyone know? Anyone know Heather, the little red haired girl was a fucking mud hen?"

"No," Peppermint Patty lied.

"Sir?" Marcie asked.

"We didn't know, Marcie," Peppermint Patty said firmly.

"No. No Charles, we didn't know," Marcie agreed.

"Then to charge me with first degree stalking? Shit, all I was doing was hiding behind a tree, looking at her house," Charlie yelled, five years of pent-up frustration boiling over.

"So Chuck, what's the first thing you want to do?" Peppermint Patty asked.

"Yeah Charles. Want to get a steak? A hamburger?" Marcie asked, twisting to peer between the front seats into the rear of the automobile.

"Shit, first thing I want is a piece of ass, some hot, tight pussy," Charlie said.

"Okay!" Marcie squealed, scrambling between the two front seats to climb into the back seat.

"God damn, Marcie!" Peppermint Patty screamed.

"What? Don't be so crabby," Marcie said as she divested herself of her clothing.

"Aw yeah, aw yeah, good grief, look at that tasty little quim," Charlie enthused as Marcie lay on the back seat, one leg on the floorboard, the other on the back window ledge of the car.

Peppermint Patty said, "I think I'm going to cry. I can feel the tears starting in my stomach."

Peppermint Patty tried to look at the road ahead and also look into the rearview mirror to catch the action in her backseat. After the third time someone blew their horn, she gave up trying to watch the carnal action in the rear seat of her car and concentrated on driving the next few miles.

"Sir, he, he's almost, augh! He's almost as good as you at eating hair pie," Marcie groaned as Charlie Brown hungrily feasted on her brown thatch of curls.

After he'd licked the near-sighted Marcie to orgasm, Charlie sat up. Unzipping his prison trousers, he freed his trouser snake and ran it up and down the length of Marcie's wet slit.

"AAUGH! Just how big is that thing?" Marcie cried out as Charlie thrust his pole into her box.

The car jiggled and rocked as Charlie forcefully pounded his cock into Marcie's tight little twat. Peppermint Patty again tried to look into the rearview mirror at the obscene action. The 'thump-thump' of the curb against her right wheels forced her to concentrate on her driving instead.

"Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, AAUGH!" Charlie cried out as he pumped billions of baby makers into Marcie's sloppy gash.

Sitting upright, Charlie Brown used a handful of Marcie's shoulder length brown hair to pull her unresisting mouth to his flagging pole. He used her hair as a handle to pull her wet, slurping mouth up and down his slowly reviving whang. Whit his other hand, he cupped and played with her small tits, pinching and tugging her rock hard nipples.

Marcie felt like a total slut as she sucked and slurped along the length of Charlie Brown's fuckstick. Her cheeks burned with shame when she realized he'd not even bothered to remove his prison trousers. He'd just unzipped them, worked his fat pecker out and used her. Now he was using her mouth; Marcie was just a warm wet hole to this prison-hardened Charlie Brown.

Just as Charlie Brown filled Marcie's willing mouth with spunk, Peppermint Patty pulled in front of their rental home. It was dark; they'd released Chuck at 12:01 AM. Turning the car off, Peppermint Patty reached into the back seat and quickly took all of Marcie's clothing.

"We're home," Peppermint Patty declared.

"Sir, please give me my clothes," Marcie begged, feeling around for them.

"No. You called me 'Crabby.' Well, just for that? You can make a run for it," Peppermint Patty declared, leaving the car.

"Charles, please, give me, let me have your shirt?" Marcie begged but Charlie just laughed and got out of the car.

"Hey, in prison? You learn; don't give your shit to no one," Charlie said, slamming the door shut.

"Sir, this, this isn't fair," Marcie whined. "You know Shermy's got that stupid doorbell ring camera. He's going to see me. ALL of me!"

With a sigh, Marcie climbed out of the car and ran for their front door. She hunkered down, trying to give their neighbors, especially that disgusting pervert Shermy as small a target as possible.

"Sir! Sir, please!" Marcie cried out, pounding on the securely locked front door.

"Who is it?" Peppermint Patty playfully called out.

"Sir, please. It's me; Marcie," Marcie begged.

When Peppermint Patty opened the door, she and Charlie Brown were naked. In front of Charlie Brown, the two women kissed, hands roaming over one another's bodies. Then, on the living room floor, Peppermint Patty positioned the slim girl to squat over her face so she could lick the delicious cream pie Chuck and Marcie had provided. She grunted as Charlie looped her ankles over his shoulders.

"Aw damn yeah, love a good tight gash," Charlie enthused, sliding his full fat seven inches into Peppermint Patty's box.

"Oh, Sir!" Marcie cried out as Peppermint Patty licked her to orgasm.

Charlie pounded Peppermint Patty for several long moments; he'd already blown his load twice; once in Marcie's cunt and in her mouth. Peppermint Patty squealed and screamed in orgasm. When Charlie filled her cooch with jizz, she and Marcie swung into a sixty nine.

Charlie grabbed himself a beer from the fridge and watched the two women licking each other. Silently he toasted his first hour of freedom, then guzzled the brew.

"So, Chuck, spaghetti all right?" Peppermint Patty asked. "Marcie doesn't know how to cook anything else."

"Well, sir, if you don't like the cooking maybe you should find another kitchen," Marcie snapped.

"So, Chuck, you heard about Schroeder and Pig Pen?" Peppermint Patty asked, delighted to share the delicious gossip.

"You mean, that they pack each other's fudge? Fuck, who didn't know those two were faggots?" Charlie asked, wolfing down his first home cooked meal.

"What I want to know is, what are you two not telling me?" Charlie asked, fixing them with a hard stare.

"What? What do you mean?" Peppermint Patty stammered.

"Why wasn't my baby sister there to get me?" Charlie asked, voice a menacing growl. "Why has it been three years since I got a fucking letter from her? Minute Sally turns eighteen she goes radio silent?"

"I, I, well, see Chuck," Peppermint Patty stammered.

"The ass whipping will start when I count to three," Charlie threatened, pulling his leather belt out of his belt loops. "And they will continue until I get answers. I know you two think I'm wishy-washy, but...one...two..."

"She's a dancer at Club Snoopy," Marcie cried out.

"Marcie! Good grief!" Peppermint Patty screamed.

"Sir, Charles was going to start beating us!" Marcie defended.

"A...DANCER?" Charlie screamed, outraged. "Where the fuck is that little bitch Linus? He, he fucking promised! He promised me he would look out for her. He said he would look out for her as if Sally was his own sister."

"Well, Lucy's dancing there too," Peppermint Patty defended.

"And where is this Club Snoopy anyway?" Charlie asked, threading his belt through his trousers again.

"Remember where the great pumpkin patch used to be?" Marcie supplied.

"Good grief. This, this is all too much," Charlie said, putting his head onto the table.

The next night, Charlie Brown stood outside of the nightclub. He could hear thudding hip hop blaring, especially when someone opened the door. Charlie recognized Franklin, acting as bouncer and doorman. Given their history, Charlie knew he'd never be able to get past the burly man. Besides, Peppermint Patty told him there was a twenty dollar door charge and Charlie didn't have twenty dollars.

Walking to the Woodstock Pot Shop next door, Charlie entered the small store. He ignored the clerk's friendly greeting as he walked through the shop to the stockroom.

"Sir, sir, you can't go in there," the old man cried out, but to Charlie, the old man's words sounded just like an old trombone being muted by a plunger.

Exiting the pot shop's back door, Charlie looked up and down the dark alley. Peering into the darkness, he spotted the solitary camera facing the rear parking lot of the nightclub. Sidling long the cinderblock wall of the pot shop, Charlie approached the alley between the two stores. He looked around the corner and saw another security camera. Fortunately, this camera was trained on the front parking lot.

Quickly, Charlie made his way across the alley and flattened himself against the cinderblock wall of Club Snoopy. He crouched down, creeping along, making sure he was out of the sight of the camera.

Suddenly, light and music spilled into the back area. Violet Ray stepped out of the rear of the nightclub and lit a cigarette. Charlie gave a smile; her purple hair ribbons matched the purple bustier and purple thong panties she was wearing.

"Smoking's bad for you," Charlie said.

"Good grief, you blockhead!" Violet coughed on the lungful of cigarette smoke. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"I thought you were going to be a lawyer," Charlie asked as the girl got herself under control.

"Yeah, well, shit, have you seen how much law school costs these days?" Violet agreed, giving an appreciative look at the well-muscled man with his shaved head and tight fitting yellow shirt with solitary zig zag stripe. "You, uh, you're new here? Don't think I've seen you around."

"Been away for the last five years," Charlie admitted with a shrug.

"Oh yeah?" Violet asked, slowly licking her lips as she looked at the handsome stranger.

"So, get me in?" Charlie asked, nodding toward the rear door.

"Shit, go on in; it isn't locked, Violet shrugged. "I go on in ten minutes; I'm Desiree, hear?"

"Desiree, eh? Well, I'm Big Brown," Charlie said, opening the door and stepping into the backstage area of Club Snoopy.

"Big...Brown. Big Brown. I could swear I've seen that guy somewhere before. That big round head's kind of hard to miss," Violet muttered as she finished her cigarette.

"Hey Sapphire!" Charlie heard a man call out.

"Yeah," Charlie heard his sister, Sally Brown listlessly answer.

"One in the Sweet Babboo room asking for you," Rerun Van Pelt snapped. "So, put a happy smile on that fucking face, hear?"

"I can't stand it," Charlie heard Sally mutter.

"I mean it, bitch," Rerun snapped. "Put a big smile on that blockhead face of yours and get your fat ass down to the Sweet Babboo Room."

"It's not Spike again, is it?" Sally asked, approaching the door of the dressing room. "Good grief; that guy's an animal."

Peering through a space between the locker and the wall, Charlie saw that Sally still had her hair in that odd style. In the five years since he'd seen her, she'd developed a nice jiggly butt but was still flat as a board on top. He rubbed his cock looking at her body dressed in her Club Snoopy half shirt and thong panties.

"Hmm? Spike? No, no, remember? We banned him after he bit you," Rerun said. "No, this guy says he's the Red Baron or something like that."

"The, the Red Baron? No, Rerun! Good grief, he's into water sports and scat! Don't, don't make me..." Sally whined.

Her voice faded out as she left the room. Charlie Brown's blood boiled as he heard Rerun chuckle, "That's why we charged him a hundred bucks extra, you ignorant slut."

Stepping into the dark hallway, Charlie watched Rerun step into the bar. Charlie walked stealthily toward the bar, big eyes sweeping the area.

Sitting at the bar, dressed in a suit that could have only been made from a velour blanket sat Linus Van Pelt. Charlie watched Linus's eyes as the man sat, surveying the nightclub. Charlie ducked back into the shadows when Linus gazed toward the hallway.

Looking into the mirror over the bar, Charlie could see the stage. There were two brunettes dancing with one another, fondling each other's breasts, kissing passionately.

"Well, fuck me," Charlie muttered when the two young women pulled away from one another.

One brunette was Lucy Van Pelt. Either she'd been in a nuclear accident, or someone had shelled out a lot of bucks on a boob job. The melons on her chest had to be at least a G cup.

The other girl was Charlie's old girlfriend, Peggy Jean. When he'd been arrested, she'd broken up with him, saying she could not and would not be with a criminal.

"Mr. Van Pelt? Another security blanket?" Lilah asked, placing a fresh cocktail in front of Linus.

"That, that's the bitch that stole my dog!" Charlie said to himself.

"Excuse me sir, you can't be...augh!" Rerun said then gasped out when Charlie Brown slammed his elbow into Rerun's solar plexus.

Charlie had seen enough so went through the dressing room and out the back door. He saw Violet/Desiree stubbing out another cigarette.

"Yeah, yeah, tell Mr. Van Pelt I'm coming," she muttered.

"Tell him yourself," Charlie said, leaving the parking lot.

"Hi Charles; spaghetti's almost ready," Marcie cheerfully called out when Charlie entered the home.

"Hey Chuck, I shaved my beaver like you asked," Peppermint Patty cheerfully said.

She stood and dropped her shorts to the kitchen floor. Charlie took a moment to admire her hairless snatch, giving it the feel-test.

After supper, Charlie pulled Peppermint Patty into her bedroom. Shoving her onto her bed, he disrobed and stuffed himself into her. He then wrapped his powerful hands around her slim neck.

"Hey, Chuck, wait, I'm not into that kinky kind of shit," Peppermint Patty protested as his hands began to cut off her air supply.

He continued to choke her while pounding her hard and fast. Just before losing consciousness, Peppermint Patty had the most profound orgasm of her life. This orgasm even overshadowed the orgasm she'd had when Marcie had fisted her sloppy pussy after they'd fucked the whole baseball team.

Coming to, Peppermint Patty looked over to see Chuck fucking a squealing Marcie up her pooper shooter. If Marcie's screams and groans were any indication, she loved getting driven up the old Hershey Highway.

"That ass is yours, Charles, that's your ass," Marcie grunted when Chuck gave Marcie's bony buttocks a forceful slap.

"Uh, bitch? That ass is mine," Peppermint Patty reminded Marcie.

"Correction sir," Marcie said. "This ass WAS yours. There's a new sheriff in town, sir."

"I can't stand it," Peppermint Patty mumbled, watching as Charlie Brown pounded her girlfriend. "I just can't stand it."

The next day, Charlie had a job interview with Pig Pen; the man owned and operated a demolition service. No job too big or small; all that would be left when they finished would be a hill of dust.

"Um, wow, um, you got the job; ever work shirtless?" Pig Pen asked, licking his slightly stained lips.

"Look, I pounded my fair share of bitches in prison," Charlie said. "But I ain't into that scat junk. Know what I'm saying? You and your piano playing boy keep that dirt pig action on away from me."

"Fine, fine," Pig Pen huffed.

Charlie needed a driver's license so Peppermint Patty took the day off to bring him to the DMV. He passed the written test, then the driving test. Finally, he had an address, a job, and a driver's license.

He met with his parole officer. His boyhood friend 5 had come out as non-binary and went by the preferred pronoun of 5Alive! By the time he left 5Alive!'s office, Charlie Brown had no idea what to say, what to do. He did know that he'd had a burning feeling in his gut.

For the next month, Charlie Brown worked hard at his job. He learned everything he could about demolition. He reported once a month to 5Alive! And even bought himself a beagle that he named 'Joe Cool.'

The breaking point, the proverbial football being yanked away came after yet another plateful of spaghetti. Both Marcie and Peppermint Patty announced their impending motherhood. Pulling his belt from his trousers, Charlie warmed the asses of both sluts. He gave them enough money to get abortions then warmed their asses again when they claimed to be too conservative to ever consider getting abortions.

When he'd managed to get their consent to terminating their pregnancies, Charlie took Peppermint Patty's Lexus. The two girls were forced to use his work truck to drive themselves across state lines to the blue state next door. He knew that Pig Pen had a GPS tracker on his truck; Schroeder insisted on it. The two finicky bitches weren't about to let their employees abuse the privilege of using their vehicles.

The Mac-Mansion that Linus Van Pelt had built with the money he got from pimping out his girls, from forcing them to dance and keeping ninety percent of their take went up with a mild thump that did not even rouse the neighbors. One moment the Van Pelt Mansion was there and the next moment, it was just a pile of dust.

At three thirty in the morning when his shift ended at Club Snoopy, Franklin had no idea he had a tail. Charlie Brown followed Franklin to the house he and Heather, the little red haired girl shared. Charlie Brown smirked; it was the same house she'd lived in five years ago. In fact, there was the same tree he'd hidden behind. It was the tree they'd arrested him at as he struggled to get his kite down.

"AAUGH!" Franklin cried out when Charlie Brown hit him with the stun gun.