Archive-name: Humour/willwand.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Willy and Wanda This is the story of Willy and Wanda. Willy had a wild weenie, always willing to weasel its way into a wedge. One day when Willy was walking past a Der Weinerschnitzel, he began to wonder about where his wild weenie was going to get wedged into something next. He had already tried walls, watercress, watermellons, waterballoons, even a wrist watch. Suddenly Willy looked up and saw a waitress at Der Weinerschnitzel watching him without his knowing it. He started wondering about this waitress. She was wild, wonderful, well built woman, but would she be willing. While the waitress waddled by, Willy withdrew his wang and waved to Wanda while wiping his warped wick wishing she would wangle his weapon into her watery wet womb until he wasted his wad. Wanda noticed this wierd waste case waiting at her window with a warped look on his face. She walked over to the window and aksed Willy what he wanted. Willy replied in a weakend voice that he wished she would way lay him with wanton lust while he worked and wormed his wild weenie in her warm and wooly world. Wanda began to writhe and wriggle at the idea of having a wild weenie wrestled into her watering hole with the wrath of a wrecking ball. She quickly looked around watching for witnesses. When she was sure they were alone she walked to the door to let Willy in. Once Willy was within the doors he could no longer withstand the urge to be within Wanda's warm, wet, wonder womb. He dropped to his knees, wriggled her out of her panties and began to wolf down on her womanhood never allowing her to withdraw. Wanda was wittless with wonderment of this wizard with the wobbling tongue and wild weenie. She was being wooed with wonderous works by the winning way Willy wiped her wedge and washed his wimpish face in her flowing waterfountain. She reached down and wraped her fingers around willies wirey hair wrenching him to his feet. Dropping to the wet floor she worked her way down to willies one eyed wonder worm called Willy's wild weenie. She wraped her lips around his whale of a wong like a wreath, and willfully wailed while awaiting his wad of wanton passion. Willy was not yet ready to waste his wounderful wet wad. He wrestled free of her well tuned mouth and writhed his way down to the floor. Willy, wiping the wetness from his wong, wriggled in between Wanda's white thighs and wished he was able to remain longer. They were both weakened but wanted his wet wild weenie in her warm womb too much for either to walk away. As Willy wiggled into her she began to writhe and wriggled like wallabee. Willy, working with the wrath of a welterweight gone wild, pumped like a wirlwind. Wanda was wailing at every well defined move willy would make. Working his way in and out, back and forth, Willy could finally take no more. Willy's wild weenie released its wonder wad deep within Wanda. As Willy was walking slowly away, Wanda called out where are you going Willy, where are you going. West replied Willy. West! --