Triple Feature
Copyright© 2025 by Jake Collins
Chapter 2
Fan Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Chilling in front of a movie leads Arnold and Helga to enjoy their very own trilogy of sexual encounters.
Caution: This Fan Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Teenagers Consensual Heterosexual Fan Fiction First Oral Sex Petting Safe Sex Tit-Fucking
Helga switched off the laptop and tucked it back into its case.
‘That movie was terrible,’ she remarked.
‘Yeah, it was,’ Arnold agreed, ‘but I really liked the part where the girl who was watching it jerked off the guy she was watching it with.’
‘You did, huh?’ said Helga, grinning at him.
‘Yeah, I did,’ Arnold grinned back. ‘Couldn’t you tell?’
‘Oh, I had some idea,’ Helga laughed.
‘Helga,’ said Arnold, ‘you remember when I went downstairs and fetched us snacks?’
‘Yeah,’ said Helga.
‘I, er ... I also fetched something else while I was in the kitchen,’ said Arnold. ‘My grandpa showed me where it was a little while ago, in case I needed it later on, and ... well, I thought maybe you might be interested in using it with me sometime soon.’
‘What is it?’ Helga asked, clearly extremely interested.
‘I’m not sure I should show you,’ said Arnold.
‘I’m sure you should.’
‘Okay, then.’
Arnold reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out a small, plastic-wrapped box made of card. Helga gave him a look; he grinned sheepishly. She held out her hand, and he passed her the packet.
‘My-Size Pro fifty-three millimetre condoms, box of ten,’ Helga read aloud. ‘Natural latex, lightly lubricated.’
‘I’ll understand if you don’t want to use them,’ Arnold said hastily. ‘Or if you don’t even want to do anything that we might possibly use them for.’
‘Why isn’t the size in inches?’ Helga asked.
‘They’re from Europe,’ said Arnold.
‘My-Size Pro fifty-three millimetre condoms offer the perfect fit for those with an average girth, ensuring a comfortable yet secure experience,’ Helga continued, then she grinned at him again. ‘You reckon that describes you, Arnold?’
‘Yeah, I reckon so,’ said Arnold. ‘At least, I’d assume so.’
‘So would I,’ Helga agreed, before returning her attention to the condom packet. ‘The regular shape and anatomical fit ensure comfort and unrestricted movement during all types of sexual encounters, plus they are designed to match your size, meaning the risk of slippage is reduced while providing a natural feel for added confidence. Wow, they sound great!’
‘I’m certainly glad to know there’s only a minimal risk of slippage,’ Arnold laughed.
‘You’re a bad, bad boy, aren’t you, Arnold?’ Helga purred. ‘Tempting me to use these things with you, and knowing there’s no chance in the world I’m going to turn you down.’
‘I’m not assuming anything, Helga, I swear,’ Arnold assured her. ‘I just thought I’d float the idea, in case you ever want to ... I mean, in case we find ourselves in a position where we ... that is to say, if we end up in a scenario –’
‘I do want us to use them, Arnold,’ Helga said firmly.
‘I’m glad,’ said Arnold. ‘I want us to as well, Helga.’
‘Now!’ said Helga.
‘Now?’ said Arnold.
‘Now,’ said Helga. ‘Oh, but only if you want to use them now.’
‘Yeah, I want to use them now,’ Arnold admitted. ‘That’s why I brought them upstairs.’
All of a sudden, the two were kissing passionately and their hands were roaming all over each other’s bodies.
‘Arnold, I love you,’ Helga whispered into his ear.
‘I love you too, Helga,’ Arnold whispered back.
‘Then let’s get one of those My-Size natural latex condoms onto you right now!’
‘I might need to warm up a little more first.’
‘That sounds like even more fun,’ said Helga. ‘Why don’t you come stand in front of me?’
Arnold rose to his feet and followed her instruction. She ran her hands all over his chest and abdomen, then she leant forward and placed quick kisses over the same area.
‘Oh, Helga,’ Arnold breathed.
‘How about we take these pants off now?’ Helga suggested. ‘If you’re ready, of course.’
Arnold’s eyes widened and he took a small step backward. Helga gave him a quizzical look.
‘I’m not sure I can do this,’ Arnold confessed.
‘We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, Arnold,’ said Helga.
‘I do want to,’ said Arnold. ‘It’s just that I ... I’m so nervous.’
‘Of me?’ Helga asked quietly.
‘No,’ said Arnold, ‘not of you, Helga. I’m nervous of me. Just now, standing here looking at you, I was hit by the reality of what you want me to do ... what I want us to do ... and I realised I don’t really know how to do it and I’m nervous I’m gonna totally screw it up!’
‘I feel pretty much the same way, Arnold,’ said Helga. ‘But I’m sure we can learn how to do it, together. And that’s something I really, really, really want to do right now, but if you’d rather wait, that’s fine too.’
‘I don’t want to wait, Helga,’ said Arnold.
‘If looking at me makes you nervous,’ said Helga, ‘you could try not looking at me for a while.’
‘What?’ Arnold laughed.
‘I’m serious, Arnold,’ said Helga. ‘Turn around.’
‘Huh?’
‘Just turn around.’
He did so. Helga resumed the actions she had been performing with her hands, but this time on the bare flesh of Arnold’s back.
‘You know,’ said Helga, ‘I think this is the one part of you I haven’t ever taken the time to appreciate before.’
‘You mean my back?’ Arnold giggled.
‘Yeah.’
‘So, do you like it?’
‘I like it very much, Arnold.’
‘Why?’
Helga took several moments to consider her answer to this question. She had never before considered the possibility that this particular view of her beloved could appear so incredibly appealing to her. She tried to fathom out the reason that she was suddenly finding it so captivating.
The muscle definition and overall shape must hold the key, Helga reflected. The natural lines and contours of Arnold’s back suddenly gave her an overwhelmingly strong sense of power and elegance. The sweeping curves and subtle ridges appeared almost divine in their interplay.
Helga realised that the broad, unbroken canvas of skin before her showed up light and shadow beautifully, presenting an alluring tapestry of rises and dips that exuded strength and stability. She reflected that as a part of the body so rarely seen by its owner, the bare back also conveyed vulnerability and trust.
The smooth skin and defined muscles of Arnold’s back continued to receive Helga’s gentle touch, even as she revelled in the intimate feeling of his warmth beneath her hands. Finally, she found a way to articulate the exciting mix of vulnerability and power with which she had been trying so hard to come to terms.
‘It’s beautiful,’ she said.
‘It is?’ said Arnold.
‘Absolutely,’ said Helga.
‘In what way?’ Arnold asked interestedly. ‘I mean, what makes it beautiful?’
‘Ridges and contours, I’d say.’
‘Hmm, I guess there must be a lot of those. Do you have a favourite part, in particular?’
‘Here, I think,’ said Helga, eliciting a squeal from Arnold as she tickled the small of his back. ‘I love the way it interacts with the little curve at the top of your butt.’
‘That’s a very interesting observation, Helga,’ said Arnold.
‘The way the small of the back dips inward here,’ said Helga, tracing the line, ‘then sweeps outward before merging into the butt ... wow, I absolutely love it! It makes a kind of “S” shape that totally sums up your body’s natural elegance, Arnold.’
‘I’m really glad I turned around now,’ said Arnold. ‘That’s definitely your favourite part?’
‘Actually, on second thought, I think I have another contender,’ said Helga. ‘The line running all the way down the middle of your back, tracing your spine, is really turning me on now.’
‘Wow, that’s amazing,’ said Arnold.
‘I love how your spine isn’t bony, like some people’s. The line of it is so nicely defined, with your muscles gently curving in on either side. It’s what gives your back that graceful, sculpted look – definition without harshness.’
‘You have a lot of poetry inside you, Helga.’
‘You make it all come pouring out.’
‘Maybe you find the line of my spine a symbol of our emotional connection. I think you’re drawn to it because it feels like a kind of backbone to the memories and feelings you have for me.’
‘Now that was poetry, Arnold,’ said Helga. ‘And yes, I think you’re right.’
‘So is the central line your favourite part?’ Arnold pressed.
‘I don’t know,’ said Helga. ‘I’m literally dead in the middle.’
‘Well,’ said Arnold, ‘I can’t turn back around until you make a decision, and where will that leave us?’
‘Not having sex,’ said Helga, ‘and that definitely isn’t something I can stand for. But maybe there’s something that could tip the balance in favour of the small of the back.’
‘There is?’ said Arnold. ‘What’s that?’
‘Take your pants off, Arnold,’ said Helga. ‘Then I’ll really be able to see how it interacts with your butt.’
Arnold felt no need to hesitate this time. He pulled down his trousers and underpants, then he stepped out of them. His entire bare back half was now presented to his companion.
‘Oh yeah,’ Helga purred, ‘that’s done it. It’s the small of the back, Arnold, no question! That means you can turn around to face me now ... if you want to.’
Slowly but purposefully, Arnold rotated through one hundred and eighty degrees and gave Helga the view of full-frontal nudity that she had always yearned to see standing before her. He was sporting a semi, which made her smile craftily.
‘Looks like we still have some work to do,’ Helga remarked. ‘Help me get undressed now, Arnold.’
A minute or so later, Arnold and Helga were standing facing each other in a state of total nakedness. As each looked the other up and down, Arnold’s erection came fully to fruition. Helga took his hands in hers and guided them gently to hover over her breasts.
‘Touch me, Arnold,’ she whispered. ‘I want you to.’
He followed her instruction again, stroking and massaging her boobs with slow, careful movements. After a short time, much to Helga’s delight, Arnold leaned his head in and took her left nipple into his mouth. He licked and kissed it for a while, then he moved on to the right one.
‘You’re almost exactly the right height to do this, aren’t you?’ Helga giggled. ‘I always knew we’d make the perfect match.’
‘I didn’t always know it,’ Arnold grinned, ‘but I’m certain of it now.’
Helga found herself immensely turned on, not only by the physical sensations of the nipple stimulation, but also by the enjoyment her partner was clearly deriving from using his mouth on her breasts. This enjoyment was obvious because of the pre-cum that dribbled persistently from his rock-hard penis while he was doing it.
Eventually, the two drew apart slightly. The sight of Arnold’s desperate cock straining – almost bursting – to make love to her sent Helga over the edge at last; she swooned.
‘Helga!’ Arnold cried in alarm, darting forward to steady her. ‘Are you okay?’
‘More okay than ever before, Arnold,’ she assured him. ‘Can we get you rubbered up now, please?’
‘Yes,’ said Arnold. ‘Let’s do it, Helga.’
‘I hope it won’t ruin the mood if we take a minute to read the instructions first.’
‘I think it’d be much more likely to ruin the mood if we didn’t.’
‘Wow,’ said Helga, as she finished rolling the My-Size Pro fifty-three millimetre condom onto Arnold’s penis, ‘it fits perfectly.’
‘I know another place it’s gonna fit perfectly,’ said Arnold.
‘Oh, Arnold.’
‘Oh, Helga.’
Helga lay on Arnold’s bed with her head and shoulders propped against the pillows, spread her legs and pulled her knees upwards slightly. Arnold stared at her glistening pussy lips in awe.
‘I can’t believe we’re really gonna do this,’ he said.
‘The ball’s in your court now, Arnold,’ Helga purred. ‘And seeing as you have an access-all-areas pass to my court, I hope pretty soon there’ll be nothing left in your balls.’
Arnold burst out laughing at this; Helga adopted a pensive expression.
‘That didn’t quite make sense, did it?’ she said.
‘No,’ Arnold giggled. ‘But this does.’
With that, he got onto the bed and crawled between her legs. He kissed her hungrily, and she kissed him back. With each passing second, Arnold’s sheathed glans moved closer and closer to Helga’s waiting snatch.
‘Arnold,’ she whispered, ‘I want you inside me.’
Mustering his courage, Arnold slid his penis – slowly yet deliberately – into Helga’s vagina. They both gasped in excitement and delight; the physical sensations coursed through their whole bodies as Helga’s soft folds enveloped Arnold’s granite shaft. When he was in up to his balls, Arnold let out a small whimper of joy and looked into Helga’s eyes.
Helga stared back at Arnold intensely and said, ‘Now move it, Football Head.’
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