She's trying to pin you! Do something!

From Torg Adventure

You suddenly realize that Sam is counting out a pin. Since her mouth is occupied sucking your cock, she's using her hand to count, which was allowed under the rules you had agreed on.

"Oh, you clever girl," you think as you see Sam's hand hovering in the air, a foot above the mat, ready to come down again to signal your defeat. Time seems to slow down around you as realization comes. All in all, it's not a bad moment to be caught in; Sam's mouth working feverishly on your cock, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, while your own mouth it buried in her muff.

You actually have time to replay events in your head. You had Sam's shoulders pinned, and had just counted out two. A second before that, Sam had complained about your cock poking her in her face. Then, to avoid being pinned, she had done the only thing she could do; start blowing you. And her distraction had worked. You'd immediately lost focus, allowing her to bring her shoulder up, even though you'd forgotten about counting her down anyway.

Then she got you to release the head-scissors on her so she could go down on you better. Next, she had begged you to reciprocate the oral pleasure she was giving you, causing you to release her legs, surrendering more of your strategic advantage to her. When she had rolled over on top of you, it had seemed natural at the time, but it was really her seeking the dominant strategic position. Then, by pushing her pussy down into your face, she had also caused your shoulders to lay flat on the mat. You had not noticed it at all, distracted as you were by her mouth and pussy.

You roll over forcefully, trying to get your shoulder up as Sam's hand begins to come down, and time begins returning to normal. Sam wasn't actually working hard to hold you down; that would have been too obvious. The key to her latest ploy was subtlety, and not letting you know that you were being pinned. So as you turn over, she moves easily, the oil actually causing her to slip off of you. Her hand and mouth release your cock, and she actually rolls away from you on the mat as you warily raise yourself up to a sitting position.

Sam stops rolling at the other end of the mat and lifts her torso up on her arms, getting her legs under her. "God damn it, Max!" She sounds extremely frustrated, and slaps the mat with both hands. "I was so close!"

Maybe you had misunderstood her intentions. "I was too, Sam," you tell her. "But we can still finish each other, although I'd prefer to be on top this time."

Sam looks startled, then angry. "I wasn't talking about that, you idiot!" She swipes the oil bottle sitting on the mat next to her with her hand, sending it flying in your general direction. "I almost had you pinned!"

Oh. So you had been right. You'd been kind of hoping that Sam had actually become so turned on wrestling you that she had decided to just give in and have some fun with you.

"I can't believe I took you into my mouth for nothing!" Sam fumes. "And let you lick me!"

"You almost fooled me," you admit. Maybe that will calm Sam down a little. "And for what it's worth, it was the best blow job I've ever gotten."

Sam looks at you, a weird expression on her face. "You're just saying that to make me feel better." She sits up now, sitting with her legs pulled up against her chest, and incidentally giving you a good view of her pussy. It glistens with your saliva, and her juices. "You know I don't have any kind of experience with that stuff."

"I'm serious, Sam," you tell her. "I wasn't lying when I said I was close to cumming there at the end."

Sam looks down at your cock, which is still hard and throbbing from the attention her mouth had given it. "Thanks, I guess." She looks hesitant. "I shouldn't be saying this, but your mouth felt pretty good, too. And it's hard to wrestle naked with a man- even my brother- and not begin to feel something."

You knew it! Sam was feeling something, too. "It's only natural, Sam. Our two bodies rubbing together, and then when we went down on each other..."

Sam bites her lip thoughtfully. "Look, maybe we can work something out, Max, to our mutual benefit."

You look at her curiously. "Work something out?"

She nods her head. "Yeah." Tentatively, she gets onto her hands and knees, and slowly crawls over to you. "We seem to be evenly matched, Max," she says, sitting on her haunches in front of you now, just a foot or so away. "Maybe we could just call this a draw, so that no one has to lose."

A draw? You're not sure how you feel about that, or if you agree with Sam that the two of you were evenly matched. You seemed to have the upper hand. Sam had only kept from being beaten so far because of negotiating rule changes, and by distracting you with a blowjob. You're increasingly confident that you can beat Sam now, and thus lay claim to her body.

Sam notices your silence. "Just because no one loses, doesn't mean that both of us can't win, though," she says. Her hand reaches out slowly to grab your cock. "You said you wanted to finish, didn't you, Max?" She strokes your cock gently. "I can help you with that. And I'd want you to help me finish, too." She moves closer to where you are sitting, her hand still stroking you. Her small tits are just inches away from your face. "I don't know if I am ready just now to give you my virginity, but I'm not saying that I'm as opposed to that as I used to be, and that you couldn't maybe coax it out of me, with a little patience."

She leans closer to you, letting her oiled tits brush against your face. "If we decide on a draw, we could work our way up to stuff like that, slowly." She keeps rubbing her tits against your face. Her hand keeps stroking your cock. It's still slick with oil.

She smiles seductively. "You like that, don't you?" She keeps rubbing her tits on your face, then starts rubbing then against your shoulder. "You don't need to decide right this instant, Max," she says. "Maybe I could just keep doing this until you cum." She keeps her hand on your cock, her hands sliding up and down it slowly. She carefully moves a little behind you, so her tits are starting to rub over your back. Her nipples are hard, and you can feel them distinctly as her breasts move over you.

"You could blow your load into my hand if you want, Max," she says, leaning against your back now, her breasts pressed firmly against you. Her arm is around your waist now, still masturbating you. "Or my face, or my mouth." She moves her mouth up to your ear. "Then you can get me off by licking me again, if you still haven't made up your mind yet."

Sam offering you a no-strings attached handjob seemed hard to pass up. You didn't need to decide on the draw until afterward.

Sam shifts from kneeling to sitting right behind you, her body pressed up against yours tightly. She puts her long legs around you gently, rubbing your thighs with her feet. With her free hand, she reaches around you and starts rubbing your chest.

"Wouldn't it be nice to stop constantly fighting with each other, Max?" She asks you softly, pressing her body tighter against your back. You can feel her tits pressing insistently against you. "Maybe there was just a little bit of sexual tension driving all that anger between us, all these years. Why can't we explore that naturally, without this silly little offer I made, and those minor changes we made afterwards, getting in the way?"

Her words were soothing, as was her body pressed up against you, her hand stroking your cock, and her feet rubbing softly on your thighs. It was a perfect moment. Perhaps too perfect. You wanted to believe what Sam was saying, but you'd fallen for her subterfuge before. Sam's fatal deadly sin was Pride; it had gotten into her this mess in the first place, and kept getting her further into trouble. You can't imagine that she would surrender that pride so easily. Your deadly sin was Lust, although Sloth was a close second. Once your dick got involved, your brain stopped working. Sam had exploited that weakness when she started giving you a blowjob to break the pin attempt. Was she counting on that now, and this was all some trick she was playing on you? Or was this really the treat she was making it out to be?

Trick, or treat?