0 comments/ 71451 views/ 1 favorites How To Make A Buttermilk Biscuit Ch. 01 By: velvetpie "Girl, what is wrong with you?" I opened the door wider to admit my favorite relative, my grandmother, Eliza, and fought the tears back. It had been a long, hard couple of months and the fact that my marriage was failing wasn't helping. I should have been happy that I wasn't killed in the accident, that therapy had helped me to regain the ability to walk and that my hair had grown back, covering the scar. "Nothing, Gram. I'm fine." "No, you ain't." She moved by me, smelling of a mixture of mothballs and Chantilly Lace perfume. "You been sittin' up in this house like a god-damned hermit crab stuck in the mudbank." "Grandma!" I'd never heard Eliza Ray Browne cuss and it was startling to me as the truth behind her words. "Don't act so surprised, girl. I am an adult." She settled herself in the recliner and thumbed the TV into silence, tossing the remote aside. "You shouldn't be sittin' in here, watching that soap opera shit. That's why you and Carlos got the problems y'all got now." I just stared at her, my heart in my throat. I wasn't surprised that Grandma Eliza knew about my marital problems. We'd always been close due to the psychic connection we shared but the hint about our lack of intimacy hit too close to home. I burst into tears, laying my head on her lap. "There, there. All ain't gone to hell in a hand basket yet." She stroked the back of my head lovingly. "But it will if you don't do something about it." I sat up, wiping my face in the sleeves of my robe and looked up at her. "But what can I do, Gram? Carlos doesn't want me. He's over at that woman's house all the time now." "That don't make no different, baby. A man's spirit knows where his match is if it's true." I stood up and helped Gram to her feet. "Let's make some biscuits." "Biscuits?" "Yeah, biscuits. You have heard of them, haven't you?" "Gram, how's making biscuits going to help my marriage?" Grandma Eliza winked. "You'll see." She gave me a smack on the butt as she passed. "Now take a shower and get dressed. And be sure to wear something sexy." "What? Why?" "Just do as I say, girl. Sun'll be back in his bed if we don't get a move on!" I watched my grandmother disappear into the kitchen and shrugging, I headed up the stairs, did as she asked and put on a slinky black dress that accentuated my breasts and showed a lot of leg. Grandma Eliza was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, holding a jar of buttermilk in her hand. "Let's go." "Where are we going?" "Just hold this, will you? You gonna drive me to the crazy house, askin' me so damned many questions." I shut my mouth and we left the house, heading toward a scary part of town that I used to frequent when I was younger. When Gram stopped the car outside of J.T.'s Tavern, memories flooded me. I'd gotten my heart broken for the first time here. "He still works here." Gram pulled into a parking space and killed the engine. "How do you know?" She just gave me that you're-such-a-dumbass look and I sighed, truly feeling like a dumbass. "What do I have to do?" "Go give Earl a blow job and mix his sperm with this." She held up the milk jar. "What? I'm not giving Earley James Reed a bow job!" "Then kiss your marriage goodbye." "Grandma ... " "Are you a wife in love with her husband or aren't you?" The tone of her voice shocked me into silence. "Yes, I am." "Then go suck that boy's dick and don't swallow, not even a little bit." I opened the door and slid out, staring at my grandmother for a long moment before I turned to enter the eatery. Wolf whistles greeted me as I approached the bartender. "Hey, foxy lady, what can I do for you tonight?" "Get me Earley, please." He looked a little shocked and displeased at my request but tossed his rag down and disappeared through to door leading to the kitchen. I looked around the place, remembering the fun that I'd had here, all courtesy of Earley. The bartender returned a minute later, giving me another once-over before informing me that Earley was on his way out. How To Make A Buttermilk Biscuit Ch. 02 Earley Reed looked almost exactly the same as he did when I caught him kissing Lina Foxworthy all those years ago. The bright eyes had been dulled by drink and wrinkles criss-crossed his skin but the same easy smile erupted. He came around the counter and gave me a long hug. "It's been a long time, girl. You look good!" I blushed, fanning my hot face in embarrassment. "Thanks, Earl." "So what'd you want to see me for? Come all this way for an apology?" "No." I stammered, suddenly aware of all the patrons who were paying attention to our conversation. "Do you have somewhere we can talk in private?" Earley gave me a strange look and nodded, tugging his apron off and tossing it onto the bar. "Yeah, I need a smoke any way." I followed Earley through the kitchen door and into a back room that stank of smoke and the day's fresh catch. I closed and locked the door behind us, causing him to pause in lighting his cigarette and stare at me. "I take it that you don't want guests?" "You take it correctly." I set my purse down and just looked at him, wondering how the hell I was going to pull this off. Should I be honest with him or create a story? Honesty won out since my nerves were failing me. "I want you to cum in my mouth." Earley nearly dropped his cigarette, bursting into a violent fit of coughing. When he recovered, he wiped his mouth, glaring at me. "Are you crazy? Am I being punk'd?" "No, I'm not crazy and you're not being punk'd. I need your semen so I'm here to give you a few blow job if you'll cooperate." Moments of silence passed as he sucked on his cig, still intently staring at me through the smoke. "You're serious?" "Yep." "You're really serious?" "Uh-huh." I slipped the straps of my dress over my shoulders and bared my ripe breasts, smiling when his eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. I moved close and let my hand slide down his stomach, rubbing his groin and awakening his beast as he cupped my boobs. "You game?" "S-Sure." He gasped as I gave his cock a squeeze, then moaned as I unzipped and freed his meat. My nervousness and uncertainty seemed to disappear as I became the role. I closed my eyes and remembered what the smell of a sweaty, musky man was like and rubbed his rapidly hardening cock against my cheek. Earley shuddered and grabbing me, moved us into a more secluded corner of the break room, dropping his pants to the floor. I spent long moments teasing him, sliding the pre-cum sticky head along my lips and rubbing my chin on his balls. I popped the mushroom cap into my mouth and blew on it, receiving a loud groan from Earley for my efforts. "Come on, Betty. Suck it. Don't tease me." "Why not?" I ran my tongue around the edges of the head, flicking into the deep split. "Because you're driving me crazy!" He groaned, fisting his hands in an effort to control himself. "That's a good thing." I murmured, then deep-throated him so quickly that he yelped. I let the thick head tickle the back of my throat and swallowed, squeezing him as I backed off. "Holy shit!" He looked down at me. "What the hell was that?" "Hold on. The ride's just beginning." I really got into my work after that. I thought about how much I wanted Carlos and worked Earley like a pro. It didn't take long for the combination of my lips, tongue, teeth and throat to produce the desired reaction and Earley grasped my shoulders, thrusting forward as gobs of his cum pumped into my mouth. I started getting scared when my cheeks bulged and remembered that Gram had told me not to swallow any so I let a little dribble down the sides. Half pulling his pants up, my glassy-eyed first love fished a cigarette out of his pocket and sank to the bench. "Tell me again why I cheated on you all those years ago." I gave him a sly smile and waved as I headed back out to the car. Gram had the jar open and I spat the gelatinous mass out, using a tissue to clean my face. "Good girl." She smiled, sloshing the liquid around. "Now let's go make them biscuits." How To Make A Buttermilk Biscuit Ch. 03 I gargled as soon as we hit the door, leaving my grandmother in the kitchen while I changed back into my robe. When I came in, she shoved a piece of paper into my hand and muttered, "Here's the recipe." Gram's Buttermilk Biscuits 4 cups flour ¼ cup sugar 2 tablespoons baking powder 1 teaspoon salt 1 teaspoon baking soda 1 ½ cups butter 1 ½ cups buttermilk "I don't see where it says an ex-boyfriend's semen." "That's because that's a special ingredient for special occasions." "This is a special occasion?" "Saving a marriage ain't a special occasion?" I sighed, realizing that I'd stuck my foot in my mouth again and watched her carefully measure the flour, sugar, baking powder, salt and baking soda into a bowl and stirred them together. She took nearly the entire amount of butter, a cup and a quarter of it, and cut it into the dry mixture. I felt myself being hypnotized by the flashing butter knives as they reduced the cold lumps of butter into something that looked like super coarse cornmeal. She gave me an unexpected smile. "You always did like to watch me cook." I grinned back at her and I forgot about my troubles for a time, watching her form a well in the center of the mound and swiftly add the milk. Under her experienced hands, the dough began to form and she lifted the rounded ball out of the bowl, placing it on the counter. She flattened the dough lovingly and took the biscuit cutter that I handed her, dipping the slicing edge in flour before economically cutting the rounds, leaving nothing but scraps. "All right, girl. Did you cream with Earley?" After such a grandmotherly interlude, the sharp jab into reality had me off-balance and my mouth hanging open once again. "W-What?" "You heard me. Did you cum while you were sucking that boy off?" "Gram!" "Girl, I don't have time for this foolishness. Answer my question!" My pussy flexed in guilty response and I sighed. "Yes." "Good. Saves me the trouble of having to wait." She grabbed my baking sheets and began to place the uncooked biscuits evenly on the shiny surface. "Pick a row and give them a wipe of your cream." "How do I do that?" "Lord, girl, do I have to do it for you? Stick your fingers up there, grab some juice and wipe it on top." She checked the oven's temperature and satisfied that it was at 400° degrees, ambled back over to me. "Just make sure you don't put no hairs on my biscuits." Any other woman would feel strange opening her robe and standing naked in her kitchen while shoving two fingers deep into her moist pussy while her grandmother looked on but after the day's events, I was well past that. I pulled my cream-covered fingers out and chose a row of three, then carefully wiped the thick liquid on the tops. "That's good. Remember which ones they are. You'll have to put them on the top when we deliver them." I washed my hands and belted my robe, pouring a glass of wine for both of us while we waited the fifteen long minutes for them to bake. When the timer beeped, Gram jumped up, snatching the sheets out of the oven and used a spatula to remove them to the cooling racks I'd set out. She took the special three and set them apart from the rest, smiling as she wiped her hands on the apron. "Okay, you've got two phone calls to make." Carlos wasn't interested in talking with me at first but when I told him that I just wanted to have a nice dinner with him and emphasized the word homemade, I heard a seed of hope sprout in his voice. I had always been able to cook a fierce meal and he knew that. Obviously, the new woman had no skills in that arena and that knowledge also gave me a renewed sense of hope. Maybe I could use the biscuits to win him back. Calling Alberta was another story. She knew who I was and was very interested in meeting with me. Why? She explained that wanted to know what was really going on with our marriage and wanted to know what kind of person my Carlos was. At Gram's urging, I kept my composure and promised that I'd drop by in thirty minutes. By the time I'd dressed and had come back downstairs, Gram had a small towel-wrapped basket ready for me, with a butter knife and a new jar of raspberry preserves tucked inside. "Get her to eat one, baby, and your worries are over." How To Make A Buttermilk Biscuit Ch. 04 Alberta Tompkins came to the door almost immediately, giving me the impression that she had been watching for my arrival. I had to admit to myself that she was a beautiful woman but she couldn't hold a candle to my curves. She opened the door wide and gave me a big smile, her eyes swinging over me before settling on the basket in my hands. "Welcome to my home." "Thanks for inviting me." I held the basket out and she took it. "These are for you." "Mmm, it smells good. What is it?" "Some biscuits that I made." "Ooo!" She turned her back on me as we entered the house and I followed her into the living room, watching her sit and open the towel. "Oh, and jam!" She took the knife out and eyed the jar. "Would you mind if I had one now?" "Not at all." I smiled. "Certainly makes me feel good as the baker!" My work had been done for me. I watched her take one out and take a deep sniff. I held my breath, wondering if she could smell my cream but she just gave me a warm smile and cracked open the jar of jam. A deft slice, a broad smear and Alberta was incisor-deep into my biscuit, humming in appreciation. As I sat and watched, she inhaled that biscuit and went to a second one. "You don't mind if I have another, do you?" I shook my head, hiding a sly smile behind my hand as she devoured a second biscuit. She contemplated having a third but gave me a sheepish smile. "They sure are good. You'll have to give me the recipe." "Oh, I can't do that. It belongs to my grandmother." "Maybe she'll let me have it if I beg her." "She might." I smiled, rising. "Well, I really must go." I made my way to the door, stepping back when Alberta opened it for me. I swore that she licked her lips right before she said, "Please come back and visit me again." "I-I will." I left, wondering just what Gram's special sauce was supposed to be doing. I went back home and started preparing the meal for Carlos. With just under three hours, I had a lot of work to do and my grandmother wasn't going to help at all, except when it came to the cream sauce I wanted to make for the noodles. I started as usual, with butter, garlic and onion powder and onion oil, then poured the cream in, stirring to make sure that the bottom didn't burn. "Got some more cream?" I just stared at her and she put her fists on her hips, glaring back at me. "Did I stutter?" "Uh, no, Gram. The recipe only calls for two cups ... " "I ain't talking about that cream, girl." My eyes widened as I understood what she was trying to say. "Uh, no. I don't have any more." "Well, you'd better get upstairs and get busy. You'll need some for the sauce." "Gram, why ... " The look she gave me as she yanked the spoon from my hand made me forget the question and I untied my apron, heading up to my room. I felt strange as I crawled onto the bed, propping myself up against the headboard and pushing my dress up. As I let my hand burrow into my panties, I caught sight of myself in the mirror and the breath caught in my throat. I looked sexy with my fingers in my pussy. I wondered if that was what Carlos saw but I knew that it wasn't. I never masturbated like this, not out in the open and I know knew that I had been missing out on something and that maybe this was why he sought out Alberta. I watched my reflection as I shoved my fingers into my pussy and I was amazed at how quickly I came and at how much cream came out. Holding my hand up, I went downstairs on wobbly legs and just stood, trying to catch my breath as Gram stripped my fingers of the cream with the dull end of a butter knife. She dropped the bits of my pussy cream into the sauce and stirred it with a wooden spoon. "This boy's gonna fuck the black off your ass tonight." "Gram!" She laughed, still stirring the sauce, then turned the heat down and covered the pot. "He ain't ever gonna leave you again after tonight. Are you sure you want him back?" I thought for a long moment. It might have been an exciting thought to find a new man but my heart belonged to Carlos. I wanted him back. "Yes, ma'am. I want him back." My grandmother just nodded and handed me the spoon. "Then stir the sauce, baby. It's almost time for your man to come home." How To Make A Buttermilk Biscuit Ch. 05 I dressed for dinner, leaving Gram downstairs with the bubbling sauce, cornbread and center cut pork chops keeping warm. I had taken a biscuit for good measure and smeared more of my pussy cream on its golden crown, imagining my man's face when he bit down into it. Maybe he'd swirl it in the cream sauce for added effect. I still wondered what Gram's cooking was going to accomplish. I asked her but received no answer other than a sour look so I poured my efforts into making myself look good. At first, I was going to wear my best dress but decided that I'd rather give Carlos the idea that this was a casual affair for me, that it didn't mean as much as I knew it did. I didn't want to tip my hand and give him the control, even though he had every single bit of it. When I came downstairs, Gram stood up and gave me a knowing smile. "You look good enough to eat, girl. Good job." "Thanks, Gram. The table looks wonderful." The doorbell rang and I stared at her for a few moments, my mouth suddenly dry. "He's here." The bell rang a second time a few seconds later and Gram gave me a push. "Well, answer the door. He ain't gonna eat on the porch." I stumbled over to the door, took several deep breaths and pulled it open. Carlos lifted his eyes and we just stood there, staring at each other for a few minutes. "Hello, Carlos." "Hi, Betty. Can I come in?" I fought the urge to tell him that it was his house and stood aside so that he could enter. He awkwardly offered me the bouquet of flowers and asked how I was. Again, I fought the urge to say the first thing on my mind and told him that I was doing all right. Gram picked that precise moment to come in and break the ice between us. "Do I have to wait for my hug?" "No, Gram." Carlos embraced my grandmother and she patted his back as if it was just a regular visit, as if he wasn't cheating on me, his wife. "How are you?" "As fine as the Lord will allow." She reached for me and gave me a hug. "I'll see you later, baby." "You're leaving?" "The table's set for two. You take care of things." She gave me a smile and a wink. "Good bye, Carlos. I expect to see you at church on Sunday." "Yes, ma'am." When she closed the door, I felt as if she'd sucked all of the sound out of the room. We stared at each other uncomfortably for another few moments before I snapped out of it and offered him a drink. Rum and coke, his usual and a double for me. We went into the living room and engaged in a bit of small talk before the conversation turned toward the meal. "Boy, Bet, whatever you made sure smells good. You mind if we eat now?" I smiled. "Not at all. Doesn't Alberta cook for you?" His silent nod told me a wealth of knowledge and for once, I felt that maybe there was a chance for us. I still didn't have any idea as to what the biscuits were supposed to accomplish but I decided to keep my eyes and mind open. I freshened his drink and told him to take a seat at the table while I made the plates. I was surprised to find the candles on the table when I came back. He had fished them out of the cabinet and was just lighting the last one when I strode in, my hands full. "I hope you don't mind ... " "Oh, no. Not at all." I set the plates down and watched his face as he unfolded his napkin and picked up his knife and fork. Cheese oozed over mushrooms and onions and he gave the smothered chops a long sniff before saying a quick blessing and tearing into them. I pushed an edge of the towel back and slipped a biscuit onto his plate, adding a generous slather of butter on its golden crown. Carlos picked it up immediately and it was as if slow motion time had taken over. I watched his tongue lash out and lap up some of the butter, then his lips pulled back and his teeth sank into the soft bread. The loud hum of appreciation he released traveled through my body like a sonic wave and I don't know why but my pussy answered. With each bite, I felt the juices flowing, wetting my panties and oddly propelling me toward an orgasm. He licked the last of the crumbs off of his fingers and I came so hard that I had to bite on my fingers to keep from shrieking in pleasure. Carlos didn't notice, however, and I watched, panting heavily as he reached for another biscuit. I was going to ask him not to; I didn't think I could withstand another orgasm like that one but the doorbell made me stutter to a halt. I dropped my fork and practically ran to the door as he bit down into the second biscuit and a delicious ripple moved through my still pulsing pussy. Imagine my surprise when I found Alberta on my doorstep. Then, imagine how surprised I was when she dropped to her knees and stuck her head under my skirt, licking the juices from my thighs. What the hell? How To Make A Buttermilk Biscuit Ch. 06 The sensation was quite pleasurable but I was too stunned to enjoy it for very long. Carlos came up behind me and cupped my breasts, his breath hot in my ear. My entire body shook with the sudden stimulation and I leaned back into my husband, covering his hands with my own and squeezing them. The pain mixed with pleasure and my pussy muscles flexed wildly, just inches from Alberta's questing tongue. Before I could catch my breath, Carlos picked me up and headed up the stairs, leaving Alberta to shut and lock the door. "What's happening?" The words fell on deaf ears. Carlos deposited me on the bed, then stepped back, unbuttoning his shirt and glaring down at me. A moment later, Alberta entered the room, kicking her shoes off and climbing onto the bed, hovering over me. Her proximity pressed me back down onto the pillows and she leaned down, targeting my neck with a wet kiss. The sensation went directly to my pussy again, especially when she let her tongue wetly trail down across my collarbones and into the open vee of my shirt. My heart leaped when I felt her hands cup my breasts, then unbutton the shirt, spreading it open. I moved as if hypnotized, sitting up and letting her push the shirt off of my shoulders and remaining still while she reached around and unhooked my bra, pulling that off as well. Carlos announced his arrival by weighing down the other side of the bed and I gasped when his mouth took one breast and Alberta's took the other. I had never felt anything like that in my entire life and I squeezed my thighs together, having a small orgasm that made me vibrate with pleasure. Carlos and Alberta arose of one accord and he undid my skirt, tugging it down over my hips while Alberta undressed herself, tossing her blouse, bra and pants onto his clothes. I lifted my ass off the bed, allowing him to further undress me and shivered at the darkness in his eyes. His hands splayed across my stomach and slid down my thighs, smoothing the skin as if in recollection. He bent and pressed a lazy kiss to my midriff, then moved back up to capture a nipple, sucking and licking. Alberta nipped along my rib cage, letting her mouth move down to the waistband of my panties. She licked a line, following the elastic, then moved directly down to the crotch, pressing my knees open and hungrily licking the wet gusset of my panties. I whimpered, shaking as she snaked a finger under and rubbed it in my slit, then pulled the fabric away and replaced her finger with her tongue. "Oh, Jesus!" She yanked the panties off and Carlos took them from her, sticking the wet crotch into his mouth and sucking my juices from it. The sight of him doing that and the deep loving lick from Alberta made me cum hard and I shouted as her tongue speared my quivering hole again and again, licking the sweet cream from my honeyhole. Leaving a bit on her tongue, she arose and engaged my husband in a deep kiss, then moved aside so that he could partake from my fount. I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath, remembering how much I used to love it when he went down on me. I concentrated on the roughness of his beard and how it contrasted with the softness of his tongue. He knew what I liked and his tongue burrowed deep, curling around my clit and leaving me breathless. Alberta's mouth captured mine and I shivered as her soft tongue caressed mine. He added his mouth, sucking on my clit and I exploded when his thick finger pressed inside me and Alberta's fingers pinching my nipples drove me crazy. Carlos raised his head and smiled at me, parts of his beard covered with my cream. "You taste so good, Betty. Why is it that I can't get enough of you?" Alberta bent down and licked my hole again, humming as she ate me to another orgasm. When I'd finished vibrating, she sat up as well, licking her lips while Carlos licked his fingers clean. "I can't get enough of her, either." "So what does that mean?" Alberta shrugged. "I guess that means that we have to share." Share? "How can you share me?" "Just like we did." Alberta gave one of my nipples a hard suck, her eyes locked onto mine. "You don't mind, do you?" I thought for a long moment …