Any reader at this point might be curious about the story of our friend Trent and how he got his start. The story takes place around the same time where Kash had bettered Marie and funnily enough, in the same area. Before meeting Kash, Trent was a party animal that found community through his alma mater groups, meeting people at bars, and friends of friends. Trent only lived with his roommate who was rarely there and his pre-games were louder than needed to be.

One of Trent’s neighbors was a woman named Anne, five years Trent’s elder. At the given time, Anne’s husband was away on a business trip. Anne had light blonde hair and was a tall blonde from the midwest who looked exactly like porn legend Phoenix Ray. In the past, the two had butted heads about Trent’s partying ways. Trent always managed to get Anne to cool down but a summer encounter really tested things. 

The young Trent had partied a bit too hard and Anne had come back from a long jog which had her dripping with sweat. Trent walked out of his apartment with underwear and a wife beater on as his one night stand had left earlier that morning. As soon as he stepped out his apartment door, Anne was walking up the stairs. The tanktop covered in sweat hugged her body, her shorts dripped with sweat, and her body glowed as she made eye contact with Trent who had a bulge showing.

“Well that’s low even for you,” said Anne, as she shook her head.

“I can go lower,” replied Trent.

“I mean, I don’t get you, I really don’t. You live like this is college,” she said.

“Oh my life is wilder than college neighbor,” replied Trent.

“Were you gonna throw the trash right outside your door?” asked Anne.

“No, I was gonna put it downstairs where it needs to be,” said Trent.

“Wearing undies!” replied Anne.

“I mean, what are you wearing? Those could pass for undies,” said Trent, looking at Anne’s short shorts.

“Don’t get any ideas,” replied Anne, looking feisty.

“I don’t get you lady, you’re doing well in life and look so good, why are you so grumpy?” asked Trent, as Anne gasped.

“You make the nicest of people grumpy,” said Anne, hands on hips.

“I mean the exhausting run, you should feel energized,” said Trent, looking at her waist.

“This your pickup line?” asked Anne, shaking her head.

Trent knew a secret about women who had gone through an exhausting workout, he knew what their bodies longed for. Now it was a game of time, if Anne left quickly then she could avoid Trent. If Anne stuck around, the sweat would become so much for her that she might start fingering herself. Every ten minutes or so, Anne’s arousal could go up almost exponentially.

“No no, do I come off as a pickup line type of guy Anne?” asked Trent.

“You come off as sleazy,” replied Anne.

“How?” asked Trent, as Anne rolled her eye and laughed, in shock.

“Trent, I am your neighbor, I hear noises from your apartment every week dude. We know what you are doing in town and to your guests,” said Anne, arguing.

“What noises do you hear Anne? What do you think I am doing to them?” asked Trent, laughing.

“Oh wow, really, you’re playing me for an idiot dude,” said Anne, starting to walk away.

“No no no, Anne, come back come back, let’s clear things up, I want to be a better neighbor,” said Trent, reaching for Anne’s shoulder and grabbing her as she swung her arm around.

“Hey!” said Anne, an intense look in her eyes.

“Well look Anne, let’s clear the air while we can, I want to make sure we don’t have mixups ever again,” said Trent.

“Why don’t you stop partying every week first?” asked Anne.

“Anne, I am twenty-five, you know quarter-life crisis are no jokes these days,” said Trent, poking at Anne’s midwestern kindness and need to help.

“Well, obviously you quit partying Trent, I can’t be your mom,” said Anne.

“Well my mom never gave a fuck,” said Trent.

“I can tell,” replied Anne.

“Ouch, that cut deep Anne,” said Trent, a comment that made the blonde feel guilty as minutes flew by.

“Look Trent, you need to figure this out, I mean look at you stepping outside wearing undies and a wife beater,” said Anne, closer to Trent with a hand on his shoulder.

“Look Anne, I am going through shit, and I am not sleazy. What I do to women who come to my place is not even close to what you think I am doing,” said Trent, at this point he just tried to buy himself time.

“Well what do you do? Give them singing lessons Trent?” asked Anne, as she laughed.

“Not quite, what do you think I do? Be honest with me, I want to see how your mind works Anne,” said Trent.

“I think you just fuck em,” replied Anne, as she laughed. Time flew by in the conversation and Anne’s body was reacting.

“Just fuck em?” asked Trent, giving Anne a confused look.

“Yeah, you fuck em, that’s it,” said Anne.

“Oh Anne, I thought you knew so much more than that, I don’t just fuck em, not even close Anne,” replied Trent, as he laughed and shook his head.

“You some satanist or what boy?” asked Anne.

“No Anne, I am not a satanist, you know what, I got an idea,” said Trent.

“Oh I’d love to hear it,” replied Anne, coming closer.

“I don’t wanna be talking out here in my underwear, I’ll just invite you in and show you what I really do and you’ll be at ease,” said Trent.

“Oh I see this, nah, not falling for it,” said Anne, as she rolled her eyes and let out a laugh.

“Ah slick huh, I was gonna do yoga with you,” replied Trent.

“Yeah yeah, great yoga,” replied Anne.

“Oh so calming,” replied Trent.

“Then why are you having a crisis?” replied Anne.

“Oh she got me,” replied Trent.

“Ha, I am going to go now,” replied Anne.

“Wait wat,” replied Trent, as he gently grabbed Anne by the shoulder.

“Okay what,” replied Anne as she laughed, this time the intense anger was gone. Trent played the game here, trying to get as much time going as possible.

“You went for a nice run, you know me long enough to know I am wild but not sketchy, let me actually show you what goes on. It’s not what you think it is Anne,” said Trent.

“Okay, I mean, I am gonna let you Trent, my clothes ain’t coming off,” replied Anne.

“Anne, I promise, I will not in any way try to get your clothes off,” replied Trent.

“You won’t,” said Anne, as she gave Trent an intense look.

Anne gently walked in with Trent, every step aroused her as her wet sweaty panties rubbed against her inner thighs and her pussy. The breaths of the blonde became deeper as she even rubbed her legs together at one point. Trent put an arm around Anne’s waist as the door closed, showing her the apartment before taking her to his bedroom.

“So what do you do? Show em around?” asked Anne, as powerful body odor and musk from Trent hit the air, arousing her. Anne stretched her arms high as Trent grabbed and held them there.

“Well yeah, but you seem tired, here, relax,” said Trent, as he gently got her on his bed.

“Yeah fuck,” said Anne, as she stretched out her limbs.

“Well these babies here have seen some action, they look burnt,” said Trent, as he grabbed the blonde’s calves and gently squeezed them. Anne started to take deep long breaths while stretching as Trent had intentionally turned off the air conditioning on the hot day.

Many moves ahead and a master at the long-game, Trent now had Anne trapped and she didn’t even know it. The longer Anne had stood in that hallway arguing with Trent, the more her body had broken down from exhaustion as arousal heightened. By the time Anne was in bed with Trent, all he did was speed the whole ordeal up. By pressing down on her limbs, massaging her shoulders, grabbing her clothed thighs, and squeezing her in the muscles throughout the body; Trent had provoked a powerful arousal. 

“So, what’s with the run?” asked Trent, as he made small talk and pressed down on all of the right muscles.

“Oh well, oh, ah, ya know,” replied Anne, who now sounded drunk from the arousal and what Trent did to her. 

“No no tell me,” said Trent, as he pressed down gently on her abs and used the other hand to squeeze her thigh.

“I mean jeez, huh, jeez, ya just, ask em questions?” asked Anne, sounding very drunk as she took deep breaths.

“You prefer to be quiet?” asked Trent, as he rubbed his hand over her abs. The constant movement of the hands over the almost sticky skin put a smile on Anne’s face and what she did next failed to surprise Trent. 

Anne immediately took her top off as well as her shorts, only her thin black panties and bra remained. Throughout the whole ordeal, Anne was in a state of arousal where she acted on instinct rather than thinking her actions through. The black bra hugged her breasts and was covered in sweat as some of her light blonde pubes escaped from the thin black panties. Cameltoe showed from the panties which hugged Anne’s crotch, the sweat making them almost stick, and leaving Trent to get very creative on the exhausted blonde.

“Get comfortable,” said Trent, as he put his powerful rough hands on both sides of the blonde’s waist. The rough hands that massaged Anne’s soft skinned body provoked her into such an arousal that she put her hands inside of her panties to furiously finger herself.

“God damn,” said Anne, her eyes closed as she let out aggressive breaths, her legs shook in arousal and her lower body vibrated.

Trent was once again patient, he wore the blonde down further by being subtle in his antics. Kisses to the waist, licks to the armpits, and soft bites to the shoulder slowly started to drive Anne to an orgasm despite Trent not even having touched any of the sexual organs. Anne was somehow being driven to fucking herself in arousal and Trent’s antics just controlled her mind, it was something else entirely. 

The sweaty aroused blonde threw her bra away and now rubbed her own breasts in arousal, deep breaths continuing to consume her as her heart sped. In some ways, seeing Anne work herself into an orgasm talked to Trent’s approach. Trent was fresh and energetic while Anne was worn down, almost unconscious due to the orgasms which dripped from her panties and even got a good bit of her pubes wet.

“Trent I wanna take em off Trent,” said Anne, who reached for her own panties but had her hand grabbed by Trent.

“Relax,” said Trent, as he stuffed his hand inside of the panties and locked lips with Anne.

A sweaty Anne stretched her arms out in a mix of fatigue and arousal, her breaths became deeper yet shorter. The locking of the lips sent a feeling through Anne’s body that had it boiling hot, meanwhile, Trent built up like a pressure cooker. A hand inside of Anne’s panties as fingers surgically worked her pussy had the blonde violently shaking from arousal. As soon as Trent stopped kissing the blonde, he sucked on her breasts as she let out deep moans.

“Oh mama, oh fuck mama, oh mama mama, oh,” said Anne, as she ran her hands over her golden blonde hair.

Trent made the blonde have two more orgasms, she now stayed awake based on guts and heart. Unfortunately, with a good seducer, that is not enough at all. The fingers Trent had in the pussy felt softer orgasms which were less powerful in nature, this meant it was time to change up. In a matter of seconds, Trent was nude. Trent laid on top of Anne now, his arms coiled around her soft-skinned back, and he sucked on her soft nipples. 

Anne felt pinned down heavily, unable to move or get up as Trent closed his eyes and sucked the nipples. The natural odor which came from the sweaty blonde aroused Trent whose cock was long and hard as a rock now. Even now, Anne’s panties remained on which led her to having a dirty arousal. The contact with Trent whose leg ran over her crotch led to the panties rubbing against her blonde pubes, that made her excitedly throw her legs up every minute.

The blonde kicked her legs around to get the panties off, they became an obstruction which contained her orgasm. Even as she kicked her legs around, Anne found that she had to get by on guts, heart, and courage as Trent was much fresher than her. Through some luck and mercy by Trent, Anne managed to find space for just a few seconds and had her panties down to her knees.

“Oh fuck, ah man, ah, ah ha ha,” said Anne, as she closed her eyes.

Fresh air ran over her hairy pussy which gave Anne a special kind of arousal and in a matter of seconds, she found herself hand fighting with Trent. Trent tried to push the panties up to get Anne clothed again and Anne grabbed his hand. Unfortunately for Anne, Trent had very powerful rough hands compared to her soft ones. With her might, Anne backed her body up to the point the panties ended up being off of her and in Trent’s hand.

A staredown had started as Anne sat up against the bed post, fingering her pussy. Anne put a leg out and now threw both legs up, to almost keep Trent at bay. As she functioned on very little energy now, the brave woman was overmatched by the energetic and aroused young man. In a matter of seconds, Trent found a way to put his head against the woman’s hairy pussy and grabbed her lower waist. Some called the tactic Trent used the “Kiss Of Death” and the cougar was overwhelmed.

“Motherfucker!” shouted Anne, her body violently shook as her lower lip dropped.

Anne slowly fell over sideways on the bed as Trent persisted in eating her out, his mouth pressed tightly against the hairy pussy. Despite the pubes being in the way, Trent managed to get his tongue on the meat and started to flick the clit with it. The power grip of the rough hands on the soft-skinned buttocks gave Anne another wave of an arousal.

At this point, Anne was starting to become drunk with arousal and Trent used the trick of staying active. As his mouth made love to the pussy, Trent’s hand stayed active, the rough skin grinding against Anne’s soft buttocks made her involuntarily throw her body around. Anne’s moans turned into loud drunken groans, she acted subconsciously now as her mind went blank. The constant activity overwhelmed Anne so much that her mind had been burned out. No matter where Anne rolled, Trent’s mouth stuck to her pussy and his hands constantly worked her body.

At one point, barely able to see, Anne sat up and swung her arms around to punch the air in desperation. The pressure from the tongue once again became so much that Anne trembled over sideways, falling down. Trent could go for long periods, not even minding the fact that there were so much pubic hair in the way. Smells of Anne’s sweaty crotch and her soft skin aroused Trent who still exercised his self-control, knowing when to go for the fuck.

“Both knees woman, now,” said Trent, as his head rose up and his mouth had some fluids from Anne’s pussy.

Anne’s body was loose, almost zombie-like, as Trent grabbed the downed blonde. The blonde moaned as her body was controlled, she had not even sucked Trent off despite the oral masterpiece he had done on her. Being the experienced fucker he was, Trent tightly gripped the buttocks which had his slap marks all over them, showcasing the level to which Anne had been dominated.

“Alright, ready up girl!” said Trent, as he shoved his cock inside of the pussy.

As soon as the cock went in with a slow thrust, Anne’s upper body failed to remain elevated as her arms which were holding her up gave out on her. Trent continued to pound away slowly at the pussy while Anne’s upper body laid bare. The blonde groaned and let out drunk slurs while Trent happily grabbed her soft silky smooth skin with his rough hands. Powerful spanks to the buttocks turned them pink and after a powerful thrust, Anne collapsed and went prone.

“Okay girl, have some strength,” said Trent, as he took Anne’s back and now laid on top of her.

Trent’s hot breaths consumed Anne’s ears which he started to softly chew and bite, his saliva arousing her. The cock shoved its way smooth into Anne’s pussy as Trent’s arms now coiled around her soft breasts. Despite her age, Anne had soft skin which aroused Trent as he laid on top of her. Full of energy, Trent unloaded on the blonde after he had a nice grip on her. Anne’s voice had run out so she now got by on louder breaths and gasps, sweaty blasting everywhere from her body. 

Anne felt like she was in the final round of a twelve round fight, if she was a boxer she could barely stand. Every thrust of Trent’s cock inside of her felt like a hook landing on her body, she could barely stand. The devil was in the details, it wasn’t how Trent pounded her that had Anne on the verge of breaking down as much as it was how he controlled her from start to finish. Anne almost had no control over how her body was used by the young stud and the way his hands gripped her kept her in control.

Powerful musk dominated the air, it mixed the body odor of Trent and Anne. The nice placement of hands, constant activity, and kissing of the soft...