Letters To Levi 5 - Worried Willy - Part 3

- Edited by Alvo Torelli, 2017

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Dear Levi,

I think you are a jerk! You lied to me. All that stuff about pee-pee's falling off and girls becoming cunts is not true! Why did you lie to me like that? I thought you liked me and we always told the truth.

I talked to Jethro, who is a fifth grader and knows a lot and he said that girls don't have cocks or pee-pee's, just pussies. But I said no they had cocks but sometimes they fell off and left a cunt and then he said I was stupid and he hit me really hard and the other boys said I was a wussy when I cried. But then I got to thinking that Jethro was a fifth grader and knows a lot and so I asked Mason if we could ask his brother Andrew who is in high school. I asked Andrew about the cocks that fall off and he looked at me kind of funny and then he laughed and laughed and called a couple of his friends over and made me tell it again and they ALL laughed and laughed. I felt really stupid. Then they told me that girls don't have cocks - that's what makes them girls, that and boobies, which they seemed to want to talk about a lot. They told me that slit between the girl's legs, which all girls have you jerk, is called a pussy, just like Jethro said. They even showed me some pictures in a magazine. Andrew said that cunt was a very bad word and I shouldn't call a girl a cunt no matter what - except that maybe some girls actually were cunts, like his ex, but he didn't want to explain why.

So now I know that you lied to me and I'm mad. I wish you were still my friend so I could tell you about all the weird stuff that's been going on around here. Like mommy has gotten totally obsessed with texting, just like Wendy, but only when daddy isn't around. And daddy has been really mad and yelling at mommy all the time about credit cards and they don't go into their bedroom after yelling any more like they used to. And Wendy spends way more time shut up in her room now - and she started wearing her glasses all the time - which is weird 'cause she hates them. And first mommy, then Wendy, started getting packages in the mail, practically every day and neither of them will show me what they got. But you probably don't care about any of that. You just pretended to be my friend. You're a jerk.

Also it's been ten days and I haven't heard anything about you doing anything bad to Jack like you promised!

Very angry,
Worried Willy in Wisconsin

Dear Worried Willy in Wisconsin,

Whoa! Slow down there partner - can't you take a little joke? Come on! So I was having a little fun with you. That's not so bad is it? Think about all the good things I did for you. I got you to be brave and resourceful. And I helped you save your sister from becoming a slut-whore - although I guess that's still a work in progress. Don't be so mad little man. Look at all the good stuff. And you can still tell me all about the stuff at your house - I really want to help you.

By the way: Yes, pussy is the polite word for the slit between a girl's legs, but it's still a cunt no matter what your expert Andrew the dirtbag says. Say pussy if you have to talk about it around your mommy. And cunt really is what you call a girl if she's a cock tease. A cock tease is a really pretty girl who wanders around all cute and flirty and dressed nice and talks to boys like she wants them to notice her, but who won't ever do anything really naughty with those guys. A girl like that - she's a cunt. But the great thing is that cunts aren't like slut-whores - a girl who is a cunt can change her ways and become not a cunt - but she has to be really careful not to turn into a slut-whore in the process. Are you getting this Willy?

Now there's good news and bad news on the cunt front Willy. I'm sorry, but your sister Wendy definitely was a cock-tease and a cunt when we first started texting. It actually gives me just a wee bit of sympathy for Jack the prick - who really is going down, soon, trust me. My god Willy, did you know I spent two whole days texting with Wendy before I finally got her to text me a naked picture of herself! Two whole days! I mean, I'm sorry Willy, but she was a major league cock tease. All those "oh, your so naughty, XOXO" texts and not one fucking picture? Really? But we may have broken Wendy of her cock tease ways, so there's hope for her yet. She's coughing up nice pictures of herself on a regular basis now!

I gotta tell you, it took your MILF of a mommy less than half as long as Wendy to cough up the goods! That woman is definitely not a cock-tease, although there's a distinct possibility that she is a slut-whore - and I mean that in the nicest way. It wasn't even me and my silver-tongued texts that coaxed a couple of nude shots out of her. Your mommy must need it bad, because it didn't take her new text-buddy any time at all to get her posing and primping and sending him her nasty nude-shots. And the presents he's been sending her are pretty lame if you ask me. A locket? Really? What, is she twelve? I have to say though your mommy is a looker! Hot damn! She must have had Wendy really young because she couldn't be more than thirty - thirty one tops. And she looks just like Wendy with tits - really nice tits it turns out. Your daddy would be a lucky man if he wasn't such a jackass about a few credit card purchases. Jeez.

So forgive for my little joke, Willy. Think about all the good stuff. Write me back and tell me how things are going so I can try to help you out.

Forgive and forget man,
Levi

Dear Levi,

I guess it's okay that you made a joke about cunts and cocks and all that. I don't think it was very funny, but maybe I just don't understand. Anyway, I really really need someone to talk to so I hope you will try to still help me and write back.

Lots of weird things keep happening. Like I told you, Wendy keeps getting packages and she makes sure to pick them up before mommy or daddy see them and won't tell me what they are. And mommy is getting worse about texting all the time and never talks to me except to tell me to go play in my room. Daddy is mad ALL the time, and yells a lot. Mommy says she doesn't know who keeps charging stuff on the credit card and she's changed the card numbers three times already. And Daddy has been sleeping in his study for a week. Everybody is unhappy except maybe Wendy and I can't tell about her 'cause she spends all her time in her room. I think maybe she's playing with the big red cock more 'cause sometimes I can hear her moaning when I put my ear to the door.

But the very weirdest thing happened tonight and now I'm scared and more confused. I was asleep and it was very late and Wendy must have come into my room really quiet 'cause when I woke up she was on my bed with me and she had pulled back all my covers. There was barely any light, just my Yogi Bear nightlight that Wendy says is baby but I don't care. But I could see that it was Wendy in my bed and so I didn't yell out even though I was pretty scared to wake up with someone in my bed. Especially when the someone, who was Wendy, was pulling my pajama bottoms down!

I said "Wendy!" in a loud whisper. "What are you doing?" She froze for a second and then she whispered "Go back to sleep Willy. You're having a dream." I said "No way, this isn't a dream, what are you doing?" And then Wendy sat back on the bed and let go of my pajamas and she started crying. It was awful! I hate it when Wendy cries and it makes me want to cry too - which is kind of baby. So anyway I got up and put my arm around Wendy and asked her what was wrong. She said "Everything! Everything is wrong Willy. I don't know if I can do it, but I promised and he sent me the pretty bracelet and I'm so scared!" I was surprised 'cause Wendy is never scared, except I remembered her being scared that one time. So I said "It's okay Wendy. It will be fine." I didn't know if anything would be fine, but I couldn't stand watching her cry. "No Willy, it's awful." And then I said "Maybe I can help you, if you tell me what's wrong. What did you promise that is so scary?"

Wendy looked at me hard for a long time, with big tears pouring down her face that were magnified by her thick green glasses. She looked so miserable but I still thought she was pretty in her glasses. Then she let out a big sigh and she said "Okay, I guess I have to tell someone - it might as well be you. But you can't tell anyone! No one!"I nodded and she went on. "Oh Willy, I promised Jack something. Jack is my boyfriend, only I've never really met him yet, just texted him a lot and he is soooo sweet and soooo nice. He gives me all kinds of presents - like my new bracelet that I love. But Willy, I promised him that if he gave me the bracelet I would meet him for real - tomorrow night! Mommy and daddy think I'm staying over at Sandy's and you're supposed to be at Aunt Sue's so that mommy and daddy are both going off to do stuff. I'm not really going to Sandy's. I lied to mommy and daddy - I promised to meet Jack here, at seven And I promised something else Willy. Oh god, it's so naughty, I can't say it!"

"It's okay Wendy, it's okay," I whispered. "I'm sure it's not so bad. You can tell me." And then she gulped hard and she told me: "I, I, oh god, I promised to put his thingie in my mouth! I did. I promised to suck his cock - just because he gave me the bracelet. Oh god, Willy, I must be some kind of awful whore or something! And I'm so scared!"

I was so shocked. It couldn't be. "No, no Wendy, no, you're not a slut-whore, you're not! I know. I know you're not a slut-whore." I almost told Wendy all about you helping me to save her from being a slut-whore, but at the last second I decided I better not. Then I said "It's okay Wendy, it is. But I don't understand. Why did you come to my room in the middle of the night and try to take my pajamas off?"

Wendy blushed even more red than she already was. Her freckles practically disappeared on her cheeks. And then she started whispering really fast, like she had to get it over with, "Oh god, Willy, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. It was stupid. It's just that, well, it's so big! The one I have, the red one, it's so big and I'm afraid to put a real one in my mouth. I thought, I thought, oh god, I thought that maybe if I came and put your cock into my mouth it would be little, like you are, and not so scary. And then maybe I wouldn't be so scared tomorrow night when Jack comes. I'm sorry!"

I couldn't talk for a long time I was so surprised. And Wendy was crying even harder and it made feel bad and I wanted to help her. And besides, when Wendy said what she said about putting my cock into her mouth I got a really weird feeling in my middle and my little cock got bigger and hard like it did before. I was kind of afraid Wendy would notice how it pushed my pajamas out. But then I decided I had to help her so I got serious and said, "It's okay Wendy. I don't want you to be scared and I don't want you to be so sad. So it's okay, you can put my cock in your mouth."

Wendy gasped and she stared at me with huge eyes for a long time. But then she said "Really?" and I said "Really." So then I lay back down on the bed and Wendy reached out for my pajamas like they might bite her, but she took a hold of them and pulled them down. My little cock was pointing straight up in the air and it was tingling and felt very tight. I wanted to rub it but I didn't want to do that in front of Wendy - it was bad enough letting her look at my cock. "Oh gosh, Willy, it's bigger than I thought, and it's all pointy. I thought it would be soft and littler. Do you, do you have a hard-on Willy?" I didn't know what that was so I just didn't say anything, I just closed my eyes 'cause by then I was really scared. I heard Wendy say, "Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh! No, no, no, ohhhhhh" and then I felt her wet lips touch just the tip of my cock and I jerked hard 'cause I couldn't help it and most of my cock went into Wendy's mouth and I could feel her warm tongue all along the bottom of my cock. Wendy gasped and pulled back fast, so my cock was only in her mouth for like half of a second. And then she whispered "You have to hold still!" and I said "It's hard! It feels weird" and Wendy said "Just try Willy, come on, this is hard enough" and I said, "Okay, I'll try real hard." I kept my eyes closed and Wendy mumbled a bunch more and then I felt her lips on the tip of my cock again and stiffened really hard so as not to jerk, which I only did a little bit. And then Wendy slid her lips down my cock and her tongue was there again and it felt soooo good. I was gripping my spiderman sheets on both sides so that I wouldn't jerk around 'cause it was making me feel strange and good all over the place and I think my little cock got even bigger inside Wendy's mouth - at least it felt like it. And then Wendy started sucking on my cock pretty hard. And it felt like she was trying to swallow it and it kind of hurt and kind of didn't, but more of my cock went into her mouth and I could feel her lower lip and tongue down on my balls. Andrew told me those are called balls and showed me a picture. Remember Andrew?

I really liked the way Wendy was sucking on my cock - it was way better than I could have imagined. And it was even better when she started bobbing her head up and down and letting my cock slip in and out of her mouth across her lips and her tongue. That was amazing. By then I had my eyes open and I was watching Wendy's red hair bounce up and down with the motion of her head. I could feel that something was going to happen to me and I really didn't want Wendy to stop before it did so I took a chance and grabbed her head with my hands and got her to bob up and down a little faster. It was so nice! And then my cock did the jumping around thing that it did before and felt totally awesome, but also kinda like something was missing. And after that I could barely breathe.

Wendy stopped sucking on my cock and looked at me with a worried face and said, "Willy, did I do it right. Did I?" and I said "I think so, I mean, it felt really good, like the best thing ever good, so I think you did it right" and then Wendy gave me a big smile and she kissed me on the lips and got up off the bed and went back to her room.

I couldn't sleep after that so I got up and wrote you this letter. But really I wrote you this letter because I think Wendy is in trouble and I don't understand. How could Wendy be meeting Jack tomorrow night if really she's texting with you when she thinks she's texting with Jack. And I don't understand about the presents. And why does Wendy think she's a whore and is she a slut-whore now? Should I tell daddy that Wendy is going to meet a boy tomorrow? Are you going to meet Wendy tomorrow? I'm more confused and scared and worried than ever. Please help.

Please tell me what to do!
Worried Willy in Wisconsin

Dear Worried Willy in Wisconsin

Holy Spiderman Sheets my little man! Wahooooo! Forget all that other stuff - you just had your first blowjob. You stud! You man about town! You little lady killer. And from your own willing hot-as-a-goddess preteen sister! Un-fucking-believable. Even I didn't see that one coming! Wow!

But don't worry about all that other stuff Willy. Levi has it all under control. You're just over-thinking it all. Look, if it helps, I absolutely totally guarantee you on my soul that Wendy is not going to meet Jack tonight - it isn't going to happen. And she couldn't meet me tonight Willy, I don't even live in your time zone! What are you thinking? I'm sure your cunt sister Wendy is going to have an interesting evening, one way or another, but it won't be with Jack the prick, who by the way is going DOWN.

And just think Willy, maybe when Jack doesn't show up tonight Wendy will give you another good cock sucking to assuage her disappointment. Oh no, I forgot, you're going to be at 'Aunt Sue's.' Well, maybe you will and maybe you won't - hard to say at this point, hard to say.

Hang in there my little man - everything is going just great. Don't worry, Levi's got it all under control. Have fun at school tomorrow and write to me any time. ANY time - I'm always here for you at a moments notice.

Your friend, you stud,
Levi

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