How did Miley Cyrus become so wild?

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.

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.”

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