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Miley and Me  (Celeb, Mg, Mf, cons, first time,
oral, vaginal, anal)

By the Old Sarge

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 every one 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 every one 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 hardon'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, "Lets 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 every one
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 every one 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's 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 some
one '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, "Lets 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 breath, and your
heart beat.  That's nice."

We fell asleep together.  In the morning, the
alarm in my watch started it's 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 her self
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
any thing 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
he 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 any
more."

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, "lets 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
some one 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, tell me when you are
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.

The end.

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