Best Birthday Ever – Part 1

Story title: Best Birthday Ever – Part 1
Story by: Money

Celeb in story: Miley Cyrus
Story codes: Mf, mast, cons.

Authors note: Sex with girls under the age of 18 is WRONG this never happened.

Age of Miley Cyrus (16)
Age of Money (20)

Disclaimer: The following story you are about to read is not true and never happened. This is total fiction I’m sure the celeb doesn’t act like this in reality. Anyone under the age of 18 or can easily be offended stop reading now please any questions or comments on the story send them to that being
said I would like to thank Mocker Tricksterson for his help on this project now on with the story enjoy.

Originally I wasn’t planning on going to this party that was happening back in my old stomping grounds in Tennessee, most of the guests,after all would be much younger than me. Then I got an engraved invitation to what amounted to a sweet 16 bash for an old family friend. Since I hadn’t seen the old crew in 5 years I decided to go besides, I was getting in a rut living just outside Kansas City and figured a roadtrip would be good to clear my head. After I made a few phone calls and got my roadtrip bag together I was off back to the hills of Tennessee.

I was thinking back to spending time with the Cyrus family at Thanksgiving and Christmas every year we would switch hosting the events my family would take Thanksgiving at our home and the Cyrus family would host the Christmas dinner then the next year we would switch and take Christmas it lasted a good 5 years before my family moved to Chicago and I soon after moved to Kansas City.

As I rolled up into the driveway of my old friends place I got a call from the person who sent my invite.

“Hey Money.” The voice said.

“Hi, Mr. Cyrus how you doing?” I asked.

“Better knowing your around. Miley hasn’t been the same since you left.” He said.

“How is little Miley?” I asked

“Well she’s not so little anymore.” He said.

“Come on last time I remember seeing her I was playing Santa delivering her Christmas presents since you were laid up with the flu. What was she 10?” I said.

“11.” He said.

“Boy I have been gone a while if she’s just now hitting 16.” I said.

“Well you did have to make her believe it was me under the suit.” He said.

“Yeah I’m still trying to figure out why I got this invite since I haven’t seen her in so long.” I said.

“Well I’ll take the hit for that.” He said.

“So you’re the one who sent it?” I asked.

“I sent out the others for the party. Miley took care of yours personally.” he said.

“Why?” I asked.

“I don’t know maybe she still has a little girl crush on you. She never forgave you for leaving.” He said.

“And this coming from Hannah Montana’s dad. So how is your daughters alter ego?” I asked.

“Very funny. I really need to ask you something though.” He said.

“Fire away.” I said.

“I need you to be Miley’s bodyguard till the party is setup. Just keep her busy and keep those hormone driven guys away from her.” He said.

“Will I be needing riot gear for this?” I asked jokingly.

“No but I will send Emily to hang out with Miley so you won’t have to be bombarded with female type questions the whole time.” He said.

“Sounds great I’ll see you tomorrow.” I said.

Fanfuckingtastic. I went from invited guest at a birthday party to a bodyguard for a pair of hyper teenagers in the span of 5 minutes. I cringed and went to bed since I had been on the road for the last 18 hours and needed sleep.

As I started to wake up the next morning I didn’t even hear the door open when I heard a voice.

“Hi Money.” a semi-familiar girls voice said.

I jumped at the sound and fell out of bed face first.

“Who the blue hell are you?” I asked.

“Miley.” she said.

I had a hard time buying that the petite but shapely brunette wearing blue jeans, crosstrainer shoes, a red pullover short sleeve shirt and denim jacket was the little girl I’d had on my lap so many years ago. An evil part of my brain wondered what she would feel like on my lap now. I shut it down but it didn’t entirely go away.

“Prove it.” I said.

“Okay, your my bodyguard until the end of the day and you have to keep me and Emily occupied until my party. My dad dropped me off here.” she said.

“An old picture would have worked better.” I said.

“Didn’t have one handy.” she said.

“So where’s Emily?” I asked.

“She’s flying in. She’ll be landing in about 2 hour.” she said.

“You really look different from the gawky kid I remember 5 years ago. I almost thought you were a stranger earlier.” I said.

“I’m not a kid anymore. Where do you think I got these boobs?” she asked and shrugged off the denim jacket and lifted up her shirt to flash me the boobs in question. They were smaller than I liked, 32B but nice enough to make that evil part of me wake up again. It didn’t help that she wasn’t wearing anything under the shirt. I swear to this day those little pink nipples of hers winked at me.

“I don’t know, a crackerjack box? I teased, trying to keep the lust and nervousness out of my voice.

“I’ve had a crush on you for years. I’m throwing myself at you and you don’t even see it.” she said.

Inside my mind, the virtuous, rational side of my brain took up a dialogue with the evil, horny, right side, the part that usually ran my life.

(left side) “This is so wrong. Walk away while you can. it said.

(right side) YEAH! WOOHOO!! Hey don’t ruin this moment by saying something you can’t talk your way out of.” it said.

(left side) “Walk away.”

(right side) “Shut up Sane Money, I’m in charge now. Hey jackass get over there and get some ass.” it said.

“Boy your brain must be overloaded you juust blanked out there for a bit.” she said.

As I came back to reality I noticed that during my internal dialogue she had stripped down to a pair of black panties sheer enough to show that her young bush was trimmed down to a narrow strip around her pussy lips. Not thinking too swiftly I asked, “Why are you naked?”

“I told you I’m throwing myself at you.” she said, her deep throaty voice getting even huskier, not to mention sexier. “Besides I’m not totally naked.” She smiled. “I thought I’d leave that to you.”

As she crawled on the bed I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

“I want you to be my first.” she purred. “I’ve wanted that since you were my Daddy Santa.”

With that, the left side of my brain shut down entirely for the duration. I got back onto the bed and on top of her. If her nipples had been winking at me earlier now they were positively crying out for attention. I lowered my head and sucked on one, feeling Miley’s body arching against me.

“Mmmm, niiiice! Mooorrre!”

Encouraged by this I slid my hand into her panties and a finger into her already moist slit. Another, louder moan was my reward. I sent my free hand to play with her tits while my mouth slid it’s way down the center of her torso, kissing and licking as it went. By the time I reached to that sweet spot between her legs her hips were up off the bed and she was begging for me to tear her panties off which I promptly did, literally, ripping them off her and then applied my tongue to her clit, while I added a second finger to the one already pumping in and out of her.

“AHHHHHH!” she exploded as her first orgasm hit, making her body shake as if she was being electrocuted. I didn’t give it a chance to fade before I was between her legs, my cockhead pushed into her pussy.

“Do you want it?” I asked, to tease her.

“Uhhuh,” she grunted, her eyes still glazed over from coming.

“What do you want?” As I asked, I reached down and spread her lips so I could push my 12 inch dick in easier. I had never been in anything so tight before.

“I want…I want you to fuck me. Pleeease, pleease fuck me!” she half moaned, half whined, breaking down. I rammed home as she finished her plea, breaking through her cherry. When I saw her face twisted in pain I paused but she wasn’t having any of it.

“More! Fuck me, damn it, fuck me!”

Never say no to a lady. Or a raging nymphslut. As I pounded into her I felt her hands digging into my shoulders and her slender legs wrapping around my hips.


As we both came down from our orgasms I noticed the clock. Emily’s plane was landing. Even though both of us could still barely walk we had to go now.

to be continued

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