Thanksgiving Dessert

By Jenny Swift

Copyright ©2025

The weather had changed, the landscape was different, the leaves were falling, but my hopes were rising. After so long, the Greek man with whom I had a long-distance relationship was finally coming to visit me for Thanksgiving. It was a blessing, and what better time than Thanksgiving, as I had so much to be thankful for.

Ian was a handsome, confident, and very European man. He let me know he was coming to visit in the form of a riddle. I spent hours trying to figure out what he meant, and when I did, I was close to having a heart attack.

My happiness was infinite. However, for Thanksgiving, I would be going to my parents' house, as they would be having their traditional dinner. I wasn't sure if he would want to meet my family so soon, so I had to ask him.

“Of course I'd like to meet your family. I wouldn't miss it for anything. Besides, I've never been to a traditional Thanksgiving dinner. It'll be great.” That was his response.

I felt completely relieved. All I had to do was wait for the day to come. That Thursday, I got ready to pick up my Greek boyfriend at the airport. When I saw him, I ran towards him and hugged him without caring about anything else. I didn't cry, but I kissed him full on the lips.

“Wow, no one has ever welcomed me like this before, Sarah. I'm glad to see you too,” he said, surprised.

“I'm an affectionate person. Get used to it. Come on, we'll go straight to my parents' house,” I said, making him laugh, and then I took his hand to drag him to my car.

We drove around the city, and Ian was excited to get to know it. I could tell he was a little nervous about meeting my parents. I put my hand on his to reassure him and gave him a smile. This worked, and soon we arrived at my parents' house.

As he stretched out his hand to shake my parents' and siblings', I noticed that it was shaking. I reassured him again, because that had only been the easy part. My parents asked him all kinds of questions. He answered as best he could, and I rescued him, saying that I wanted to show him the house, as well as where he would be staying and my room.

We slipped away, he was always very close, so I could smell his scent, he was an attractive, sensual man. His hands were perfect, and you couldn't help but brush against each other with every step. Next to my bedroom door, we were close to kissing. It was the perfect moment, but my sister interrupted us, and she laughed softly before asking us to come downstairs because dinner was ready. She glanced at me and nudged me as we went downstairs.

“He's handsome,” she said quietly.

Dinner was wonderful, the turkey was delicious, but I wanted to be alone with Ian. While everyone helped clean up, I took him inside the house, and he finally got to see my room.

“What do you think?” I asked.

“Everything is spectacular, the dinner, your family, you...” he murmured.

It was inevitable that I would move closer and finally kiss him. At first it was a short kiss, but he pulled me closer to him, and we prolonged the kiss passionately. His hands held me firmly, and I must say that I had never felt more desired.

He touched my butt, then my breasts, pushing me closer to him. That gesture made me tremble in his arms. The kiss continued, and I moaned into his mouth. My bed was made, but we still hadn't reached it. My old desk was nearby, and he lifted me up to carry me to it. I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist, and we set out to take things further. He quickly pulled down the dress I was wearing to take hold of my breasts, and my skirt was lifted. My butt touched the desk, and my old papers fell to the floor. His kisses on my breasts made me forget where I was, so I moaned loudly. He didn't say anything, but he looked at me with a hint of warning in his eyes.

We had never seen each other before, so it was the first time we had touched each other, and it was magical. He continued sucking my nipples, and then he groped for my pussy with his hand, which by then was soaking wet. His kisses moved down my torso until they reached my belly, and he didn't stop there: soon his tongue was licking my pussy, focusing on my clitoris, and that's when I moaned loudly. I couldn't contain myself, and immediately covered my mouth, as my family was in the house. I opened my legs wider, and Ian entered between them with more confidence. I experienced intense pleasure, which made me throw my head back and moan louder.

He sucked and inserted his tongue into my vagina, then his fingers. At that point, I was completely surrendered, and I came, wetting his face. I screamed, but with one hand over my mouth to muffle the sound. He sat up, and when he did, I could see a big smile on his face. We kissed once more, in a tight embrace, and then he carried me in his arms to the bed, where we fell, overwhelmed by passion.

Ian stripped off his clothes as best he could, until I could see his entire member. It was large, and I wanted to put it in my mouth, but that would have to wait for another time, as he was already preparing to push his hips toward me. I touched his perfect muscles, and he gently penetrated me in the missionary position, which soon became wild, as his movements were. Ian thrust with the force necessary to make me lose my mind. I let myself go completely and screamed with pleasure. My legs wrapped around his waist, and I squeezed so he would never escape me.

He thrust energetically for several minutes, then stopped, kissed me, and changed my position. I was on all fours on the bed, and I could feel his hands tracing the entire outline of my ass as he ran them over it. He aimed his cock once more at the entrance to my pussy. I held my breath and grabbed the sheets. He penetrated me, and as I felt every inch of his cock, I moaned desperately to feel him completely inside me. His thrusts left me screaming with pleasure. He touched my breasts from behind, kissed my back, and I screamed, demanding more.

“You're so sensual. I don't know how I'll be able to live without this,” he said between gasps.

We had to live the moment to the fullest, and I came very hard, the spasms of my pussy stopping Ian's thrusts. He moaned, and I could tell he was very close to coming. I smiled to myself, and after that pause, we changed positions again.

I rode him and did my best to show him that I was good too. I slid my hips back and forth, up and down, while he touched my breasts, and soon he closed his eyes tightly and came, spilling everything on me. It reached my belly when I got up to remove his cock.

We both fell onto my bed and fell asleep, forgetting about my family. The next day there would be plenty of time to continue spending time with them.

The Thanksgiving dessert was the best I had ever tasted in my life...