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Miley and Me
by The Old Sarge (no address provided)

***

How did Miley become so wild? (Mg, Mf, ped, cons, 1st, 
oral, anal, celeb-parody)

***

This is complete fiction, and any resemblance between 
the characters in it and any living beings is only 
coincidental, nor does it reflect the true disposition 
of anyone. If you are reading this and find the 
subject matter offensive, then please stop. It has 
been posted for entertainment only. The author does 
not condone sex with under age individuals, or even 
outside of marriage, in those places where the law 
forbids it.

You have seen how Miley has been carrying on lately. 
She has been cultivating a bad girl image, in order to 
shed her squeaky-clean Disney girl image. She is 
dating a man who should be dating women, not a child. 
He is obviously after her money. She is buying a 3.4 
million dollar mansion, so she can have a party pad, 
without parental supervision. She has been carrying 
on, on stage, and wearing tight shorts that show her 
camel toe, and kissing other females. Some or all of 
this may be my fault. I feel guilty, and decided to 
unburden myself. I'll tell you my story, and let you 
decide. This happened a few years ago.

I'm an old geezer. My wife passed away a few years 
ago, from too much rich food... clogged arteries. I 
live in a modest ranch style house in a southwestern 
community. I was reading a "Nero Wolfe" mystery, and 
listening to the radio. They announced that they were 
giving away a six-pack of concert tickets. I was not 
paying close attention to the radio, so I was not sure 
who was in concert. The cordless phone was lying 
nearby, so I dialed anyway, and much to my surprise, I 
won. I had never heard of Miley Cyrus, so I looked her 
name up in the Internet at the library, and found out 
that she was popular with the younger set.

My next-door neighbor has three daughters. At the time 
they were age 9, 11, and 13. I figured that they would 
enjoy being invited as my guests. I arrived at home 
the next day, after picking up the tickets at the 
radio station office, and saw the whole family pulling 
in from shopping. I went over to talk to them, and 
told them how I had won six concert tickets, and ask 
if they would like to be my guests. The girls did not 
seem too interested. Their father asked who was in the 
concert, and I handed him the envelope I had received, 
and told him to look. He opened it, and announced that 
it was a "Hannah Montana / Miley Cyrus concert" with 
back stage passes. (They were the only back stage 
passes given out for the concert.) Immediately there 
were three ear-splitting screams, and little girls 
jumping up and down.

On concert day, as the note with the tickets 
instructed, we all went to the concert early to take 
advantage of the back stage passes. When we arrived, 
we followed the instructions with the passes, and went 
to a door marked "Utility Room". There was a very 
large guard there, and after looking at our passes, 
ushered us in. 

As you may suspect, the stage was very crowded, with 
many people running about, obviously making last 
minute preparations. Another guard intercepted us, and 
looked at our passes. He asked the girls if they would 
like to meet Miss Cyrus. He also asked the adults, and 
both parents accepted. I declined, and the guard 
pointed to an out of the way corner of the stage where 
I should wait.

When I got there, much to my surprise, I found Billy 
Ray Cyrus. He was sitting on a tall stool, with one 
leg propped up, and a guitar resting on his knee. He 
was plucking the strings and humming to himself. I sat 
down on the only other stool. There was no other place 
to sit.

He looked up from his guitar, and said, "Hello. You 
must be the fellow that won the back stage passes. 
They were the only ones for this concert."

I said hello and introduced myself, telling him that 
my friends called me "Pops". I asked him if I could 
ask a few questions about his music, as I was a fan of 
his, and he said. "Ask away."

I started out, "Mr. Cyrus," and he interrupted me with 
"Call me Billy." I continued, "When you compose a 
song, do you start out with a melody, and create the 
lyrics? Or is it the other way around, or a little bit 
of both."

He smiled and answered, "That's the first perceptive 
question a fan has ever asked. I start out with a 
little bit of lyrics, and then work it into a melody. 
The guitar has such a huge range as a musical 
instrument, that the possibilities are almost 
endless."

I continued, "I take it that the first part of the 
lyrics are like a short poem. What subjects do you 
favor?"

He replied, "Well, sometimes it is about the things I 
experienced, about family, about things that I have 
read, or about something someone tells me. Why don't 
you see if you can give me few lines that rhyme."

I had worked as a technical writer off and on, so out 
of habit I carry a pen and small note pad in my 
pocket. I pulled the pad and pen out and started 
writing a short poem about the last minutes with my 
wife, before she passed, holding hands, looking at her 
smile, listening to her reassuring me, and telling me 
she would always look after me from heaven.

He sat there patiently waiting, picking his guitar. 
The funny thing was that his melody seemed to fit the 
words as I wrote them. I tore out the page and handed 
it to him. He read it, and licked the edge of the 
page, and stuck it to the side of the guitar. He began 
to play the same melody, and sing the words I had 
written. There was a harmonica lying on a table next 
to him. I picked it up, and began to softly play it, 
following along with his melody.

When he finished, he looked at me. I am sure he could 
see the tears in the corners of my eyes. He said, 
"That was spooky. It was like we were reading each 
other's minds. This is something I can use, and I 
think your wife is still looking after you. I can't 
believe our meeting was a coincidence. Give me your 
name, address, and phone number. I'll be in touch. I 
think maybe we can create a few songs together."

I scribbled them down, and tore out the page, which he 
put in his wallet. Just then, the same guard beckoned 
me, and escorted the six of us to our front row seats. 
I must admit, that I enjoyed Billy Ray's daughter's 
concert. The three neighbor girls screamed themselves 
out. On the way home, all three fell asleep in my 
neighbor's minivan.

I had enjoyed my visit with Mr. Cyrus. He is a fine 
southern gentleman, and I figured that he was just 
being polite to a fan, while he was waiting. I never 
expected to hear from him again, but about a month 
later, I got a telephone call from him. I was quite 
surprised, and told him so.

He said, "Pops, I had a good time when we met. I had 
been having a long dry spell, but your conversation 
with me sorta got me jump-started. How would you like 
to come out to my house as my guest, and spend a few 
days writing some songs?

I hesitated with a reply, and he continued, "Are you 
still working?"

I answered, "No. I'm semi-retired, and only take an 
occasional contract for technical writing. So, right 
now, I 'm idle."

Billy then offered, "I'll get you first class airline 
passage to down here, and you can stay in a guest 
room. I have an office where we can work on a few 
songs. I would like you to come out this coming 
Friday, and stay through Sunday. If you say yes, I 
will have the airline call you with a confirmation of 
the flight."

I agreed to the visit, and he continued, "When you 
arrive, look for a security escort in a black suit, 
holding a sign over his head, with your name on it." I 
thanked him and he hung up.

When I arrived at the baggage claim the following 
Friday afternoon, I saw a man in black holding a large 
sign over his head, with my name on it. I located my 
bag, and introduced myself to him, showing him my 
driver's license. He took my bag, and led the way to 
the limo parking area. It was about a one-hour drive 
through heavy traffic to the Cyrus home. Billy greeted 
me at the door, and had his son take my bag to a guest 
room. He said, "It's good to see you. I'll show you 
your room after I introduce you to my family. He 
called them together, and introduced me to each one 
starting with his wife, then his children in age 
order.

Then he offered, "Let me show you your room, so that 
you can freshen up. You have just enough time before 
we start supper. I hope you like spaghetti."

My room had a private bathroom, which I used to wash 
my face and hands. I splashed on a very small bit of 
Old Spice, and headed to the kitchen. Billy called me 
into the dining room, and seated me beside him. His 
children were polite, and asked me questions about 
where I lived and how I occupied my time. I told them 
about the small ranch house where I was living, and 
that I was a widower.

Miley perked up a bit at that information, and asked, 
"Do you live alone?"

I explained about my wife passing away, and that we 
never had kids, because I fire blanks. I explained 
that I spent too many years in the military, working 
around high power radar equipment, and there were a 
few radiation accidents, and the family jewels got a 
bit cooked. I laughed about that last part, and got a 
chuckle from everyone except Noah, who looked puzzled. 
I heard her mother whisper to her, "I'll explain later 
honey."

Billy told me that we could get a fresh start in the 
morning, and asked what I would like to do for the 
evening. I told him, that long ago, we would visit my 
sister and her kids, and sit on the living room floor, 
and play the kids favorite games. I continued, "We 
always had a great time. There was a lot of friendly 
competition, and a lot of laughs. So, how about 
picking out some favorites, and then the last game we 
play will be a game I brought along called Black 
Magic." I could tell that the name Black Magic 
intrigued them all.

Billy's son said, "Hey, I unpacked your suitcase for 
you and put everything in the closet and dresser, and 
I did not see any game?"

I answered, pointing to my head, "It's in here," which 
really puzzled them.

Billy Ray laughed and said, "It must be a really small 
game!" That got a round of laughs from everyone 
including me.

We all helped clean up the dining table, and load the 
dishwasher. Afterwards, we went into the living room 
while Noah ran to her room to get some games. The 
oldest two had begged off, claiming previous 
commitments. It did not surprise me. It was Friday 
night and they probably had friends that they promised 
to meet.

The first game we played was Old Maid; with a genuine 
deck of Old Maid Playing Cards. We played about a half 
dozen games, and I ended up as the old maid three 
times. Noah and Miley dubbed me the old bachelor. It 
was a lot of fun, and a lot of teasing and laughing.

The next game was the Game of Life. There were not 
enough cars, so Noah decided we would start out 
together as husband and wife. So our car got a blue 
peg and a pink peg. Noah declared that since she was 
my wife, she should sit on my lap. I was sitting 
cross-legged on the floor, and she plopped her firm 
little girl ass right down between my legs. No one 
paid any attention, except her mom Leticia, who 
laughed at her. As the game progressed, Noah would 
lean forward to grab the spinner, and slide back when 
she was done. 

Of course we argued at every choice we had to make, 
and she would take a chance at gambling on every turn. 
Leticia commented that Noah and I sounded like a real 
husband and wife, which got everyone laughing at us, 
and a frown from us. As we went along, we kept 
accumulating kids, until we had several stacked up 
sideway in our car.

With all of the moving around that she was doing on my 
lap, my old tired dick decided that it liked it. It 
wasn't long before I had one of the biggest hard-on's 
in years. Old geezers like me usually only a medium at 
best, not a raging boner. I'm sure she felt it, 
because she kept pushing the left side of her firm 
little ass against it whenever no one was looking at 
us.

I think her mom knew what was going on, because as the 
game was ending, she left for the kitchen, and came 
back with several large bowls of potato chips. She 
told Noah, "Get off his lap now, and you can share 
some chips." As soon as Noah got up, she placed a 
large bowl in my lap, which did a good job of hiding 
the tent in my lap. Noah ended up sitting on one side 
of me, leaning against me. Miley was sitting on the 
other side, and also leaned against me. She gave me 
what I took to be a knowing grin, and the three of us 
munched on chips. The game came to an end not long 
after that. Every one ended up in Millionaire acres, 
except Noah and I. We and our herd of kids ended up in 
the poor house.

It was already 8:30 pm, and I told everyone that due 
to the time zone change, I was getting tired, and that 
we should play Black Magic. I had everyone except Noah 
get seated in a chair or the couch. I told them that 
Noah would be my assistant. I said, "The name of the 
game is Black Magic. Noah will leave the room, so that 
she can't hear our conversation, and one of you will 
pick out an object. When she comes back, I will point 
to a number of items, to confuse her, and ask is it 
such and such. She will answer yes or no. She will 
always be correct. The object of the game is to figure 
out how we do it."

I took Noah down the hall where they could not hear 
us, but also where I could look back to be sure no one 
was sneaking up to listen. I explained, "When you come 
back to the living room I will point to a number of 
different objects, and ask is that what they picked. 
You say no, until I point to something black. You 
still say no. However, the next thing I point to after 
the black one will be what they picked. Ok, repeat 
back to me what I said." She did. 

I asked if she had any questions, and she asked what 
happens if they pick something black. I told her it 
did not matter, because what they picked would come 
after the black clue. I told her to wait until she 
heard me call her name in a loud voice.

I went back into the living room, where the five of 
them were waiting, and told them we would go around 
the room, with each person getting a chance to pick 
something. I warned them to speak in a soft voice so 
that Noah would not hear. Miley watched down the hall 
to be sure that Noah did not cheat. I told Billy to go 
first.

I called Noah back, and after several incorrect 
objects I pointed to a black one, and then pointed to 
Billy's object. Noah answered correctly. They made a 
couple of guesses, as to how we did it, and none were 
correct. So, I said, "Let's try another one." Each 
time Noah came back, I pointed out a different number 
of incorrect objects, and never the same one twice. Of 
course their speculations were wrong. Finally, on the 
fifth object, Miley got a big smile, and said, "You 
always point to something black before you select the 
correct one. She knew she was right and I told her so. 
She was quite pleased with herself, and broke out into 
a huge smile. I was standing quite close, and she 
jumped and hugged me, and ended up spinning me around 
like we were dancing. I quite enjoyed feeling her firm 
young breasts pressing into my chest.

I stepped back and announced that it was almost ten, 
and past my normal bedtime. As everyone scattered, I 
told Billy, that if he did not object, I wanted to go 
out back to his patio, and have a smoke. He asked if I 
smoked a lot, and I told him, one cigarette in the 
morning with coffee, and one before bedtime. He asked 
if I ever had a nightcap, and I said on occasion I 
did, and this seemed like a special one. He told me to 
go out back, and he would pour us each three fingers 
of Tennessee sipping whisky. I fetched a smoke from my 
toiletry bag and went to the patio. He came out a 
short time later.

Billy told me, "Pops, it has been a long long time 
since we had such a fun time family night. You seemed 
to pull everyone together."

I replied, "It has been a long time for me too. I 
haven't enjoyed myself this much in many years."

After I finished my smoke, and we both finished our 
nightcap, I went to the guest room, and closed the 
door, to change into pajamas. The room had a private 
bathroom, so I took a quick shower and shave, splashed 
on a little Old Spice, and put on a pair of short 
summer pajamas. They were loose, and comfortable. I 
turned down the sheets, and laid down on top of them, 
since it was a hot summer night, and a little muggy, 
even with the air conditioner running.

It was not long before I dropped off into a deep 
slumber. I don't know what time it was, but I was 
disturbed by something. I was quite groggy, after the 
strong nightcap, and it took a while before I realized 
that a small person with long hair had slipped into 
bed with me. It was Noah. She snuggled up to me, put 
her head on my shoulder, and her arm around me. I 
thought, "That feels nice," and began drifting off to 
sleep. However, sleep was not to come so quickly. 

I felt a small hand slip into the opening in my pajama 
bottom. It felt around until it found my plumbing. It 
continued to explore my dick and balls. Again I 
thought, "That feels nice." After a few minutes, she 
must have been satisfied with her exploring. She 
pulled her hand out and put her arm across my chest. 
We both quickly fell asleep.

I wear a digital watch, and had forgotten to turn off 
the alarm. Early in the morning, it started beeping. 
Noah gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, jumped out of 
bed, and ran for the door. She closed it quietly 
behind her. I went back to sleep.

*

I awoke a few hours later, showered, shaved, and 
dressed. I headed for the kitchen, and found Billy and 
Leticia at the breakfast table. They asked what I 
wanted to eat, and I said a bowl of cereal, and ended 
up selecting granola. I also asked for coffee. Leticia 
told me that her kids would be up in about a half 
hour, so Billy and I could finish eating and disappear 
into his office before they got there.

Billy had a small office where he took care of bills 
and correspondence. He also worked on songs for Miley. 
He told me that he needed peace and quiet for that. We 
got started by discussing a few ideas for songs, and 
then I started jotted down some lyrics. As he read the 
lyrics, he started composing a melody. When he came to 
a stopping point I asked if he had some blank sheet 
music, and after rummaging around in his desk, he 
found a pad. I asked him to go over the melody again, 
slowly and called out the notes. As he did, I wrote 
the notes on the blank sheets. When he finished, I 
asked him to play back what I wrote, and he went over 
it. We made a few corrections to the notes, and after 
several passes, I had an exact representation of what 
he had played. Next I wrote in the lyrics, and he 
played and sang the song.

When he finished, he said, "It sure is a lot easier 
working with you writing down what I play. Usually, I 
record what I am working on, and when I finally get it 
right, then I take it to Miley, to learn, and we 
record her interpretation. When we finally get a 
version that we are satisfied with, we head for the 
recording studio. Instead of that, we have a finished 
product, after only a couple of hours."

I suggested, "Billy, you should call around to a few 
software vendors. There must be a program out there 
that will use audio analyzer software and will take 
what comes in from the computer microphone, and create 
sheet music, based on what it detects. It will 
probably play it back, and allow you to make on screen 
corrections. I would not be surprised if you could 
also type in the lyrics. Thirty years ago, when I 
bought a 64k Radio Shack color computer, I was able to 
get a free audio analyzer program for it, so they must 
have much more powerful programs now."

He replied, "I never thought of that. I'll call 
around. Miley will love it, because she composes too, 
and would appreciate sheet music from her trial 
compositions. When I tell her what you suggested, 
don't be surprised if she bowls you over with a hug 
and a kiss. I'll tell you, that girl is very 
uninhibited. Sometimes I have to keep a close eye on 
her."

We continued working until Leticia brought us a couple 
of sandwiches, and iced tea for lunch. About 6:00 pm 
we stopped. It was suppertime, and we had finished six 
fairly good country songs. At supper, Billy asked what 
I would like to do, and I told all of them I would 
like to spend more time with their family, adding, 
maybe there is a movie that all of them would like to 
watch. After much discussion, they picked out a Disney 
movie that none of us had seen, which had very good 
reviews.

After the dining table was cleared Billy called Miley 
and I into his office. He showed her the sheets of 
songs that we had finished. She sat there reading the 
music, humming softly to herself. She went through all 
six songs, and then said, "Daddy, these are all very 
good. They'll all sell quickly for a very good price. 
They're good country songs, and are fresh ideas that 
will touch people's hearts."

Billy's face was beaming with a big smile, at the 
compliment from his daughter. He replied, "Pops 
deserves a lot of credit. He came up with the lyrics, 
and wrote what I composed. I was able to go over the 
sheets, and make quick corrections. I'm glad he used a 
pencil." That got a laugh from all three of us. He 
went on, "Pops made a good suggestion. We should try 
to find some software that will take what comes in 
from the computer microphone, and create sheet music, 
based on what it detects. It should play it back, and 
allow us to make on screen correction, and allow us 
type in the lyrics."

Miley almost shouted, "That's a great idea." She 
jumped out of her chair, plopped down on my lap, 
wrapped her arms around me, and gave me a long, more 
than friendly kiss.

Billy was grinning, and commented, "I told you so."

Miley asked, "Told him what?"

"That you would like the idea, and that he would get a 
hug and a kiss for it."

"Well, daddy, you know me pretty well. I think it's an 
excellent idea. If you can find software like that, 
buy two copies. I can put it on my computer, and when 
I'm in my room, playing and trying new ideas, it can 
make sheet music for me. All too often, I forget to 
record my experiments, and then later, I might not 
remember what I did. An editing feature would be 
great, because then I can make small changes, and hear 
the results. " I got a long, sexy kiss again.

We headed for the living room. There was a small couch 
big enough for three, and Noah was sitting there. She 
called for me to sit with her, saying that she wanted 
her husband to sit with her. Miley sat down on the 
other side. Bowls of popcorn, and large bottles of 
cold soda were passed around. The lights were dimmed, 
and the movie, on the very large flat screen TV, was 
started. It was like sitting in a private movie 
theater. It was not long before Noah pulled my arm 
around her, and she put her head on my shoulder. On 
the other side, Miley did the same, except that when 
she pulled my arm around her, she put my hand on her 
small firm tit. From the way the couches and chairs 
were arranged, no one could see where my hand was, 
unless they twisted their neck way around. Noah, 
however, could see what was going on. I looked at them 
and they were both smiling. They both wiggled around 
for a closer position, and we settled down to watch 
the movie.

When the movie ended, it was everyone's bedtime. We 
all said good night, and Noah got her demanded kiss 
good night.

Miley smiled and asked, "Don't I get one?"

Noah said, "No! He is my husband." Billy interjected, 
"Hey, I taught you girls to share." So I Miley a brief 
grandfatherly kiss, and said good night, stating that 
I was all out of good night kisses.

Braison said, "Thank God." That got a laugh from 
everyone.

Billy and I went out back to the patio, so that I 
could have my smoke, and we both could have a 
nightcap.

Once in my room I stripped, showered, shaved, slapped 
on a dash of panache (Old Spice) and slipped on clean 
summer short pajamas.

Again I turned down the blanket and sheet, and lay 
down on top of the sheets. The three fingers of 
sipping whisky put me to sleep right away. Once again, 
something disturbed me in the middle of the night. I 
felt some one crawl into bed with me. I thought to 
myself, "Smells female. Too tall to be Noah. Too short 
to be Billy's wife or his oldest daughter. Must be 
Miley." She put her arm around me, and her head on my 
shoulder, and snuggled close, putting her leg on mine. 
My legs had been apart, so her upper leg ended up 
resting on my plumbing. I thought, "MMM that feels 
nice, and dozed off to sleep.

I don't know how long I had been asleep, but I awoke, 
to the feel of a warm mouth sucking on my dick. In the 
dim light from the bedroom window, when I lifted up my 
head, I saw a bare female ass, and pussy with almost 
no hair. I was sure it was Miley, so I said, "Miley, 
sixty nine please." Her head came up with a snap, and 
left my bare dick sticking straight up. She moved on 
top of me, and continued sucking. By bending my head 
as far as I could, I managed to get my nose, lips and 
tongue right into her pussy. She smelled like Dial 
soap. I wrapped my arms around her legs, and spread-
open her pussy. I licked up and down her lips, and 
when I got to her clit I flicked it with my tongue. I 
continued this for several minutes, and when I felt 
her getting wet, I started putting my middle finger 
into her wet pussy. I felt no obstruction, so I pushed 
it in as far as it would go. 

She shuddered a bit. I crooked my finger, like I was 
signaling to someone 'Come here'. I hit her G spot 
right away. Once again her head snapped back, but she 
resumed sucking right away. I kept wiggling my finger 
against her G spot, and used my thumbs to peel the 
hood back from her clit. I flicked that little peanut 
with my tongue a few times, and then got a good lip 
lock on it. She forgot about sucking, and started 
trembling all over. 

I poked her rose bud with my little finger, which was 
nearby, and got a long low moan out of her. She 
started shoving that sweet teen cunt into my face as 
hard as she could, and wrapped her lower legs around 
my head. Her upper legs slammed together, and she got 
me into a headlock. I knew she would not let go until 
she was satisfied, so I kept sucking, finger wiggling, 
and poop hole poking. After what seemed like an 
eternity, she released my head, and went completely 
limp. We lay like that for several minutes, until she 
finally spun around, wrapped her arms around me, and 
gave me a long tender kiss. As we continued kissing, I 
thought to myself, "Where does a young girl like her 
learn to kiss like this. She is one of the best 
kissers I have ever swapped spit with."

She finally broke our kiss and sat up on my tummy, and 
said, "Fuck me." I could see her face in the dim light 
from the bedroom window. She had a huge heart-warming 
smile, like she is famous for. I smiled back at her 
and said, "No!" Her face went from a smile to the look 
of a heart broken young girl, with tears brimming in 
her eyes. I quickly added, "You fuck me. I want you on 
top. This is your first time isn't it?"

She said, "Yes," with a smile returning to her face. 
This time it was her shy smile.

I told her, "This is your night. I want it to be 
something special that you will remember always. It 
should be something for you to put in your treasure 
chest of happy memories. You are in charge. We will do 
what you like, what feels best to you. Squat over my 
dick, and slowly lower yourself on to it. If it starts 
to hurt, stop until you get used to it."

She moved into position, and grabbed my cock, and 
pressed it against her pussy lips.

She looked at me and asked, "Are you ready?" I nodded. 
Again she asked, "Are you ready?" Again I nodded. She 
asked a third time, "Are you ready?" Again I nodded. 
Then she exclaimed, "Let's go."

She started pushing down. I felt her tiny tight young 
girl cunt open. She pushed about an inch into her, and 
then stopped for about a minute. She continued like 
this until she had all of me inside her. The look on 
her face was angelic.

I told her, "Just wait a bit, and then start moving up 
and down just a bit, until you get used to it." She 
did as I suggested, telling me, "I finally feel 
complete. I think I am going to want to do a lot of 
fucking."

I told her, "Miley, you have to be very careful, 
because one mistake or blabber mouth will ruin your 
career, and cost you untold millions of dollars. If 
you are careful with your image, that may someday 
reach a billion."

She got a contemplative look on her face, and told me, 
"Maybe I will arrange secret rendezvous' with you, and 
fuck you a lot."

I answered, "Miley, I think you may fuck me to death, 
and send me to my grave a happy man." She laughed, and 
then clapped her hand over her mouth, realizing that 
she had to be quiet. She continued bouncing up and 
down through what must have been half dozen orgasms. 
Since I am an old man, and have learned to hold back 
from coming, using the French technique, I was able to 
last quite a while. I finally said, "Miley, I can't 
hold back any longer. Yours is the tightest pussy I 
have ever been in."

She answered, "Oh yes, come with me", and began to 
tremble all over. I blew my wad.

She flopped down on me, placing her head on my chest. 
Her pussy was so tight, that even though I got soft, I 
was still trapped in her.

She murmured, "I can hear you breathe, and your heart 
beat. That's nice."

We fell asleep together. 

*

In the morning, the alarm in my watch started its 
persistent beeping. Miley woke up, and gave me a long 
and tender kiss. When we broke the kiss, I told her, 
"You are the best kisser I ever met."

She answered, "Thank you"

"Miley, I know a secret about us. I think that we 
are..."

She finished my sentence, "Falling in love. Thank 
you."

She started to get up, and had to pull herself away. 
My dick was still stuck inside her. When she had 
pulled back far enough, my dick came out, like a 
snapping rubber band, and slapped against my abdomen, 
with a loud "Thwack" noise. She saw and heard that, 
and laughed, once again clapping her hand over her 
mouth. With that she jumped off the bed, and ran out 
of the room, pulling the door closed softly.

When I got up several hours later, I showered, shaved, 
and dressed in dress pants and a short sleeve white 
dress shirt. I joined everyone for breakfast. Billy 
asked, "Going somewhere? You are all dressed up for 
it."

I answered, "Well, I thought if all of you were going 
to Sunday service, I would like to join you."

He replied, "Yes we are, and you are quite welcome to 
join us."

After Sunday service, we had dinner, and Billy and I 
went to his office to work on a few more songs. Things 
went well, and we finished two more songs. It was late 
afternoon, when we heard a knock at the door. Billy 
said to come in, and Miley entered, closing the door 
behind him.

Miley addressed me, "Pops, daddy and I don't have 
anything that we keep from each other. I tell him 
everything, and he always answers my questions 
truthfully, even the hard ones like about sex. After 
church, I told him and mom what I, I mean we did last 
night."

I did not say anything. I was wondering if jail and a 
new husband named Bubba were in my future. Then I 
realized that, last night, what I told Miley held true 
for me also. My question then was would Miley and I 
see each other again.

There was a long silence in the room. Miley kept 
looking back and forth between me and her grim faced 
silent father. With a smile, Billy laughed and then 
spoke, "I thought I let you sweat a little. Leticia 
and I heard Miley's door close last night, so we 
looked, and saw her slipping into your room. We also 
heard her return early this morning. As I told you 
yesterday, she is very uninhibited. Leticia and I 
always knew that Miley would sooner or later, probably 
sooner, choose a sexual partner. We were worried. 
Would it be enjoyable for her? Would it be some boy 
that was using her body for masturbating? Would he be 
using her vagina to do it? Would he blab and ruin her 
career? Would she catch a venereal disease? As it 
turned out, we feel she made a wise choice. She told 
us about it, not the details, just the basic parts, 
and that she was the aggressor. Actually, Miley 
molested you. Leticia and I decided that if both of 
you want to, the relationship can continue."

Miley had a look of surprise on her face, and 
interjected, "Thank you daddy."

Billy continued, "I am frequently in your city on 
business, usually over the week end. The people I see 
put me up in a luxury suite. I arrive on Friday 
evening, and leave on Sunday after noon. What I was 
thinking, was that Miley can come with me, and I'll 
smuggle her into your house. Do you have a garage, and 
that we will be able to pull in if you left the door 
open?"

I answered, "Yes, it holds two cars, and one side is 
empty."

"Good, we can pull in, and Miley can slip into your 
house unseen. We'll call and let you know when to open 
the door. When it's time to leave, we can repeat the 
process."

I told them, "I would very much enjoy Miley's visits. 
I think she understands that this can only be a very 
intimate friend ship, and I won't feel hurt when she 
ends it. Sooner or later, she will start dating boys, 
and even though she may not get physical with them, 
she won't need me anymore."

I was sitting, and Miley came over and sat on my lap, 
put her arms around me, and her head on my shoulder. 
She broke down, and started crying. I held her close 
until she stopped. I finally asked, "Is there 
something wrong?"

She said, "No, it was relief. I was not expecting what 
daddy offered."

Billy told us, "Miley, you know that your mother and I 
love you very much, and that we are open minded. You 
work very hard, and do very well at your home 
schooling. We feel that we should help you through the 
difficult times of growing up. We understand your 
needs. Pops will make a kind and considerate lover, 
teacher, and best friend."

That sent Miley across the room and onto Billy's lap. 
She gave him a very tight hug, and a kiss on the lips. 
I could not help noticing when she got up, that he had 
a tent in his lap.

I left later that evening. I did not hear from any of 
the Cyrus family, until about a month later, when 
Billy made arrangements for Miley's first visit. After 
she arrived, and we were safely in the house, she 
handed me an envelope, and told me it was from Billy. 
I opened it and found a very generous check.

Miley informed me, "We sold all of the songs, and 
that's your share."

I told her, "I have a special surprise for you."

"What?"

"Well," I replied, "let's get you settled in first. I 
will give you a clue to think about. It is what a 
fellow does for his lady to show that he really cares 
about her, and that he is not just using her for his 
own sexual gratification."

She screwed up her face in a puzzled look as I led her 
to the spare bedroom. I told her to unpack her small 
suitcase that she had brought, and put her clothes 
into the dresser and closet.

She asked, "Why the spare room, and what are you going 
to do to me."

I answered, "I am going to please your entire body. 
The spare room is in case we have to let someone in. 
We want things to look somewhat proper. Before we go 
to sleep tonight, you will have to get in bed and toss 
and turn a bit, so that it looks like you slept here."

She puzzled, "Who would we have to let in?"

"I don't know, and don't expect anyone. I telephoned 
the few people likely to stop by, and told them that I 
was feeling a little under the weather, and needed to 
rest quietly. Hopefully, that will do the trick."

I liked how she said "We." 

I asked her to unpack and then strip. Afterwards, she 
was to come into the bathroom naked, and see part of 
what was in store for her. I went into the master 
bedroom, and quickly stripped. I entered the bathroom, 
put a plug in the bathtub, and turned on the water, 
adjusting it for very warm. Next I dumped in a 
generous amount of 'Herbal Essence' shampoo, to make a 
bubble bath.

Miley entered when the tub was almost full, and 
commented, "Well, I finally get to see you naked. Not 
bad for an old geezer."

I looked at her and said, "Likewise."

She laughed and commented, "I hope that you didn't 
mean the old geezer part too."

After I finished laughing, I handed her a shower cap 
that my lady once used, and had her put it on, to keep 
that luxurious hair dry. I had her slip into the tub 
and told her to relax a minute. I went into the 
kitchen, and poured her a small glass of very strong 
sweet white wine. I went back into the bathroom, and 
told her to sit up, handing her the wine. I instructed 
her to sip it slowly, and grabbed a washcloth. I began 
washing her back from her neck all the way down to her 
ass.

When I had finished her back, she had finished the 
wine, so I set the glass on the sink, where it would 
not fall and break. She laid back and I washed her 
arms and then her front, spending extra time on her 
tits, pinching her nipples through the washcloth. As I 
suspected, the warm water, and the very strong glass 
of wine were getting to her. She let out a long moan 
when I pinched.

I picked up her leg farther away from me and washed 
her toes, foot, and leg, all the way down to her 
nearly bald pussy. I stopped, without touching that 
treasure, and washed up the other leg up to her toes. 
I set the wash cloth aside and grabbed each toe in 
turn and did the little piggy poem, ending up with 
'This little piggy went wee, wee, wee, all the way 
home. I quickly walked my two fingers all the way up 
her legs until I got to her pussy. She giggled until I 
rubbed them up and down on her clit, and told her, 
"Here she is, safe at home. "

I continued, "Ok, now get up onto your hands and 
knees, so that I can wash your lady parts."

When she was arranged, I gazed down at that bare 
bottom a moment, and pulled the plug to let the water 
out. I gently washed her ass, poop hole and pussy. I 
could not resist her rose bud. She had been moaning 
continuously as I washer her lady parts, and when I 
poked about two inches of finger up her ass and 
wiggled it, her head snapped back, and she let out a 
very loud "Ahh."

I connected a hand held shower unit on the bathtub 
faucet and told her to sit. I rinsed her off from top 
to as far down as I could, and then had her stand, and 
rinsed off the rest. When she got out of the tub, I 
dried her with a large fluffy towel, and then had her 
sit on the toilet, which was next to the tub. I pulled 
the hand shower part off of the hose, and positioned 
the hose end in the toilet, turning the water on and 
adjusting it to warm.

She asked, "What are you going to do to me."

There was a quiver of uncertainty in her voice.

I told her, "Trust me, you will like it." I pushed the 
slender rubber tube into her cunt, and thoroughly 
washed it out. Next, I slipped it into her shit hole, 
and told her to tell me when she was full. She did, 
and I pulled it out. She let loose, and there was a 
whoosh of water and a couple of loud plops as lumps of 
shit came out. I looked up and saw that she was 
blushing with embarrassment. I assured her that 
everyone always had a few lumps ready to come out. I 
repeated the process until she had been washed out six 
times. Then I flushed the toilet. I filled her up one 
more time and told her to let loose, and squeeze hard. 
She did, and I looked between her legs, and saw the 
bowl had no shit in it, not even little flakes. I put 
the hose back and put my finger in her ass and wiggled 
it to help her evacuate and remaining water.

She moaned and told me, "You were right. I did like 
that. I had a little cum just now."

"Well Miley, you are going to have a lot more cums, 
and each one will get bigger. I am going to touch 
parts of you that have nothing to do with your tits or 
your lady parts, and much to your surprise, you will 
cum for me."

She got off the toilet, and I told her to bend over, 
like she was only one year old and ready to have her 
butt wiped. When she did, I gently dried her off. I 
led her into the master bedroom, and laid a large soft 
beach towel down on the middle of the bed and told her 
to lay down face down. I told her I would be right 
back, and went into bathroom, and got a small bottle 
of baby oil that I had purchased for the occasion. I 
warmed it in the microwave and returned to the 
bedroom.

Miley had her eyes closed. She was relaxed from the 
bath and the wine. I reached down to the floor beside 
the bed and pulled out the "Oster Massager" that I had 
already plugged in. She wasn't aware that I had 
returned. I drizzled the warm oil down her back. She 
opened her eyes, a surprised look on her face. I 
slipped my fingers into the springs on the massager. 
Once I had the motor securely strapped to the back of 
my hand, I turned it on high, and began to massage her 
back and shoulders. I did her neck muscles and the 
depressions behind her ears, and then the backs of her 
arms. I slowly worked my way down her back, and gave 
those gorgeous globes a long strong massage. Slowly, I 
continued down her ass crack, arriving at her now 
thoroughly clean poop hole. I allowed two of my 
vibrating fingers to work their way inside. She moaned 
in a small orgasm, and finally told me enough. I 
continued my way down her legs, and began to massage 
her feet.

She told me, "I'm cumming. I didn't know that feet 
were sex organs."

When I finished her feet, I told her to flip over. I 
worked my way up her legs, stopping just short of her 
pussy. I shut the massager off, and she asked, "Are 
you done? I hope not."

I answered, "No, I have to switch hands, this one is 
tired." Since I was now massaging with my left hand, I 
could kiss anywhere I wanted. I moved up to massage 
her neck and shoulders, worked my way down to her arms 
and fingers. As I massaged her hands, she moaned 
again, in another small orgasm. I went back to her 
chest, and massaged both breasts, pinching her nipples 
between vibrating fingers. This time her moans got 
very loud, and she gasped, "Yes, I'm cumming, and it's 
a big one."

I replied, "They are only going to get bigger from 
here on out." I worked my hand down to her pussy, and 
as I started to massage it, I leaned over and kissed 
her. Kisses are most amazing and very passionate when 
your lady is cumming. I did not want to stop kissing, 
but after about five minutes or so, (I had peeked at 
the clock before and after), I started teasing her 
left nipple with tongue flicks, sucking, and little 
nips. She finally grabbed my head and moved it to the 
other one.

She had been moaning continuously as I worshipped her 
breasts, but I finally pulled away.

She almost barked out a question, "Why did you stop?"

I spoke gently, "Both of my old hands are tired now." 
I took my hand out from between her legs, switched off 
the Swedish massager, and set it to the corner of the 
bed. I was going to need it later, when my hands 
recovered. I moved down between her legs, and began to 
lick from her asshole to her clit. That little peanut 
had swelled up and didn't look so small now. It was 
poking out from its hood, and was almost as big as my 
little finger, and almost an inch long. I was amazed. 
I gently bit her lips and continued flicking her clit 
with my tongue. I slipped my finger into her for a "G" 
spot massage. Finally, I got a lip lock on her clit, 
and began to suck in earnest.

She had been squirming and moaning, but when I started 
the lip lock, she shouted, "Oh my god." She wrapped 
her lower legs around my head, and slammed her upper 
legs together. Her hands went to the back of my head, 
and she began pushing my head into her crotch, and 
humping back in a fucking motion. Once again, I knew 
that I was trapped at her tunnel of love until she was 
satisfied. I continued to enjoy.

I think that my dick was the longest and hardest that 
it had been in many years. My dick is relatively 
small, probably below average. My wife measured it 
after we first got married. She was holding it one 
day, and said that she wondered how long it is. I told 
her that her fist was three inches wide, so she 
grabbed my cock with both fists pressed together, and 
told me that the knob was still sticking out. I 
suggested she use her index finger between the two 
knuckles, as that is about an inch long. She finished 
her measurements and concluded that it was seven 
inches. She told me, "Well seven inches is kind of 
small from what other wives told me about their 
husbands 10", 12" and 14" long ones, but this is big 
enough for me, since when you push it all the way in 
it hits my cervix."

Finally, Miley went limp. I grabbed her legs, and 
pushed them up to her shoulders. I slowly entered her. 
She was very tight, and it took a while, but finally, 
I felt the head bumping into the opening of her womb. 
I moved up towards her shoulders, until my dick was 
bent in an almost painful curve. I began sliding in 
and out of her; it dragged over her clit, providing a 
lot of stimulation. She was moaning continuously now, 
and quite loud. I was glad we were alone, instead of 
at her home.

I told her, "Cum for me. Prove you love me. Give me an 
earth shattering cum." That triggered what I believe 
was a very big, and long cum. We continued fucking 
through a series of what I think was six orgasms. She 
finally went limp. I told her to put her legs down and 
squeeze them together. Since I was still inside her, 
with my dick still severely bent, I continued humping 
away. She had another series of orgasms, and finally 
passed out.

I got off of her, and rolled her over onto her tummy. 
I grabbed a pillow, folded it in half, lifted her 
bottom up, and put the pillow underneath her. Her 
gorgeous ass was pointed up, and her legs parted. Her 
poop hole was on display. I waited until she woke up.

She murmured, "Now I know why you washed all the poop 
out. You're going to fuck my ass hole."

I said yes, and slipped the massager on my hand, and 
turned it on. I had her raise up a little, and slipped 
my hand underneath, and started massaging her pussy. I 
oiled her hole, and slowly pushed my cock into her 
tight little backside hole.

She told me, "I thought it would hurt, but it feels 
very very good."

With that I began slowly fucking her ass. She started 
cumming almost immediately. With front and back 
stimulation, she could not help it. I picked up speed, 
until I was going like a jackhammer in and out of her 
ass. As she began to scream in orgasm I told her, "I'm 
cumming now Miley. Here is my proof of our love for 
each other." 

She almost bucked me off, as I shot my load. I pulled 
out my hand, shut off the massager, and put it aside. 
I got off of her, and pulled the pillow out. After 
rolling her over, and putting her legs together, and 
arms by her side, I wrapped her up in the large soft 
beach towel she had been laying on, so that she would 
be warm and relax. I lay beside her, and we both went 
to sleep."

Miley paid a dozen more visits over the next year. She 
got the same full body erotic massage each time. She 
even tried deep throat on me, although she always 
gagged. On her last visit, she told me that she was 
allowed to start dating boys, and would not be 
visiting me anymore. She had her doubts about having 
sex with anyone else until she was a lot older, and 
even at that, she doubted she would ever find anyone 
to compare with me. I told her, you can teach him when 
you find the right guy. I am sure Billy was glad about 
how she felt.

I don't hear from anyone in the Cyrus family anymore. 
That chapter of our lives has closed. I haven't felt 
any regrets until recently. Was I a contributor or the 
cause of her increasing wildness, because I fucked her 
so much when she was so young, and might not have been 
able to handle the emotional baggage? I just don't 
know. You decide.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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