TITLE    : What a Wonderful Life
STORYID  : what-a-wonderful-life
SUMMARY  : A parody of the original with my usual brand of dark flavor.
AUTHOR   : OnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2023-01-26
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |bbc|bnwo|parody|humor|cheating|black bred|cruelty|race play|gangbang|white women|


"I only date black guys."... you've heard it a million times, from practically every white girl you've ever been attracted to. As if that wasn't bad enough, on the few occasions you managed to score a girlfriend, she either cheated on you with, or left you for, a black guy. It's not just you, it's happening everywhere across the country. Today's story is about a particular man, who didn't quite know what to do with that information, and his plea to the universe to understand his place in it.

George stood on the edge of the old iron bridge just on the outskirts of town, a heavy snow falling silently everywhere, the only noise that of rushing water below. He didn't know how he could go on anymore. He'd come home no more than 3 months ago, and found his teenage daughter Janie getting absolutely throttled by a gang of rough looking black men, who were violating her every opening at once. He had done like any father would do, shouting angrily, telling them to get off his daughter, but they had just laughed and flipped him off... Janie included. She left home not long after that, and he hadn't seen her since. If that wasn't bad enough, he had come home recently and caught his wife Mary with her legs spread, another large brutish black man in between them, furiously pounding her. Once again, he had shouted, screamed, fallen to his knees and cried, and neither of them had stopped fucking. It was like he didn't exist.

Since then, he had been kicked out of his own home, his wife living with her new lover, and forced to stay at a cheap hotel. That was of course, until this morning when his account balance hit the negative, as they had drained everything from his account, leaving him homeless and distraught. George just couldn't understand what he'd done to deserve such treatment from his once loving wife, and beautiful daughter. How they had mocked and scorned him. He stood looking down over the cold waters below, thinking there really was no cure for what ailed him other than the sweet release of death.

"I wish... I wish I'd never even been born..." George said sadly, stepping closer to the edge with tears in his eyes, when suddenly in a blinding flash, a strange man appeared next to him.

"George, don't say that. Life wouldn't be the same without you, you know." the man said, giving him a sly smile and a wink.

"WHAT!? WHO!? Where did you come from?" George said, grasping the cold metal rail in fear.

"Someplace very special, and I'm here to tell you why your life matters." the man said, smiling warmly.

"Are you... are you an angel?" George said, still holding on in fear.

"NO. Absolutely not. Get that idea RIGHT the hell out of your head." the man said, his facing turning serious, "You can call me Clarence, or Cletus, or whatever the hell you want, but that's as far as that similarity goes."

"I... I don't understand." George said, quite confused.

"Oh, yeah that's right, why would you? Alright, well then, you can call me Sam." the man who was DEFINITELY NOT an angel said.

"Oh, uh... alright Sam. What uh, what is this about?" George said, still very unsure.

"I'm going to take you on a very special journey, to show you what life without you would have looked like." Sam said, his smile coming back, as he held out a hand.

George tentatively took his hand, the whole world vanishing in a flash, the two of them suddenly on the old street that George had grown up on.

"Wow, I haven't seen this place in ages." George said, looking around with nostalgic fascination, "Look, there's the old playground where I broke my wrist!"

"Yeah, that's nice, this isn't that kind of tour, George." Sam said, looking at him impatiently.

"I thought you were going to show me what life would have been like without me." George said, sadly.

"Yeah, blabbity blah, if you were never here you wouldn't have broken your wrist and wasted a ton of your parents money. Come on, there's something you need to see." Sam said, ushering George towards his old home.

The two figures approached George's childhood home, finding the grass long, bits of trash strewn about and piled up around the garage. As they walked across the grass toward the front window, George tripped slightly on a large chunk of wood that was hidden in the weeds.

"Ow, son of a bitch... should I be able to feel things like pain?" George said, shaking his foot.

"If there's any one constant in all reality, it's pain, George." Sam said, turning both their attention to the bay window.

"That's... that's my dad. But why is he so fat, and dirty, and... is he drunk? It's like, 10am!" George said, looking around incredulously.

"He sure is. You see, without you around, he turned into a fat worthless alcoholic." Sam said, gesturing at him.

"But, why? I mean, what did I have to do with that, and where is mom?" George asking, watching his slob of a father pick his nose and wipe it on the arm of the sofa.

"Let me show you." Sam said, grabbing George's hand once more, transporting them to a cheap looking apartment with threadbare rugs, and peeling wallpaper.

As the two appeared, George couldn't help but notice the fact that there were at least 5 different black children of varying ages watching TV, playing, and coloring. Turning his head, his mom came walking in from the kitchen area, breastfeeding a black baby, the clear sign of already being pregnant again showing with her protruding round and smooth belly.

"What the fuck is this?" George said, turning quickly toward Sam.

"Watch your language, there's kids here." Sam said, pointing at them, "Haha, sorry just kidding, they can't hear a fucking thing, can you, you little bastard?" he chuckled, leaning down until he was almost face to face with one of the kids.

"What? Why the? Seriously, what the hell is going on?" George stammered, looking at his mother.

"Oh, well you see, when it turned out your dad was firing blanks, your mom decided to get with a real man for good, instead of just hiding the fact that she was cheating on him." Sam said, gesturing to a photograph on the wall of the two of them.

"Wait, she was cheating on my dad?" George said, shocked.

"All the time, dude. Like every time he was at work, and you were out of the house, she was fucking and sucking this dude's fat black dick. No offense, but she's kind of a whore, man." Sam said, shrugging.

George took a closer look at the picture, taking it off the wall.

"Wait, this is Barney, our trash man... that guy was nailing my mom?" George said, seeing Sam nodding with a smile, "Come on, that's... fucking dude reeked of garbage."

"I know, but your mom couldn't resist his big black dick." Sam said, waving at hand towards all the kids, "Bitch didn't even use protection, like... ever."

"No, this is bullshit, you're fucking with me." George said, folding his arms.

"If that's what you want to believe." Sam said, shrugging once more, "Now come on, there's more you need to see." he finished, reaching out to take his hand again.

"No, take me back to my dad, I need to help him." George said, not budging.

"First and foremost, you can't. We're ghosts or something, I don't fucking know, and second, he is one hundred percent crying and jerking off to a picture of your mom right now, the fact that I know that is bad enough, I sure as fuck don't want to go see it." Sam said, quickly leaning in and grabbing George's hand without waiting.

The two vanished and appeared suddenly at the home of George's first love, a lovely young brunette by the name of Sarah, both of them having lost their virginity to one another. George yanked his hand away from Sam too late, of course, but was suddenly taken by the room around him.

"Ho-holy shit... this is Sarah's room. Man, I haven't thought about her in such a long time." George said, happy memories flooding back to his first time with a girl.

"I know, tell me about it. You were lucky to get her when you did, because the times they were certainly changing, even then." Sam said, walking over and opening her dresser drawer.

"Hey, would you... get out of there!" George said, moving over to stop him.

"Dude, chill, she'll never know." Sam said, pulling out a pair of her panties, "Woahhhh fancy, bet you wish you kept a pair of these, eh?" he said, waving them in George's face and pulling them out of reach.

"Come on, that can't be alright... put them... PUT THEM DOWN!" George said, trying his best to snag the pair from him.

"Hey, let me ask you something," Sam said, throwing the panties in George's face with a laugh, "Do you remember why you guys broke up?"

George clutched the panties in his hand, his face going blank for a moment as he tried to recall.

"Well, we both went off to college, and as much as we tried, we just couldn't make it work long distance... I always wished I had gone to college with her instead, who knows what would have happened then..." George said, trailing off wistfully.

"Oh no, dude, you made the right call. See, when she went to college, she went to a frat party during her first week, got absolutely gang fucked by like, eight black dudes. I mean, they banged the fuck right out of her, she couldn't walk right for..." Sam said, George cutting him off.

"Bullshit. We were together for at least 4 months after we went to college." George said angrily.

"Yeah? How many times did you see her or sleep with her in those 4 months?" Sam said, tilting his head.

"It... well, we didn't, but we talked all the time on the phone." George said defensively.

"Exactly. She was full on nigger crazy. She didn't even graduate, she had to drop out because she got pregnant. Literally no clue who the father was, it was THAT many black guys." Sam said, trying not to laugh.

"Okay, okay, whatever, you say she was cheating, but why does that matter? If I wasn't around, she wouldn't have cheated on me, but she still would've slept around and dropped out of college, right?" George said, leaning against her dresser.

"Mostly right, with one exception, without you around, she never got to go through her boring vanilla white guys phase, and instead, she loses her virginity to... this guy." Sam said, the bedroom door bursting open, Sarah being shoved aggressively through the threshold, grabbing the foot of the bed with a playful yowl.

Behind her came a tall, fairly muscular looking black man who had to have been in his mid forties.

"I've waited long enough, girl... lose them' panties." he said, closing the door behind him.

"Waited long... we've only known each other for like, an hour!" Sarah said, laughing.

"Exactly. Now bend over, it's time I show you how a REAL MAN fucks." the man said, unbuckling his pants, and pulling his substantial black cock out.

Sarah looked on with fascination and obvious lust at the large black dick in front of her, turning around and bending over the foot of her bed, yanking her pants and panties down around her knees and thrusting her ass up as he approached, slapping her hard and eliciting a pleasured moan.

"What the fuck? She knew him for less than an hour? We dated three months before we finally slept together." George said, throwing up his hands.

"Well, I mean, did you see his dick? I'm not gay or anything, but god DAMN that guy is packing heat." Sam said, watching the brutal deflowering of George's high school sweetheart.

"Sam I..." George started, holding up a hand to obscure the view of Sarah being savagely pounded from behind, her face one of pure pleasure, "Sam, what was the point of showing me this?"

"It's what happens without you." Sam said, with a DUH expression.

"Yeah, I get that, but what good is knowing this?" George said, wincing slightly as Sarah screamed out in her first genuine orgasm, her legs kicking as the gruff black stranger continued hammering her sweet white pussy.

"Well, I mean, it's one hell of show, that's for sure." Sam said, watching the fucking couple with enthusiasm.

"I DON'T WANT TO SEE THIS, TAKE ME SOMEWHERE ELSE." George said loudly, trying his best to drown out the escalating grunts and screams as the man came deep inside Sarah.

"Fine, be a fucking pussy." Sam said, grabbing George's hand and transporting him to another bedroom, one he was also familiar with.

"CUM IN MY FUCKING ASS!" Mary screamed, the dark and dopey looking black man kneeling behind her happily obliging, pumping thick loads of semen directly into her anal cavity.

"OH COME ON!" George shouted, looking at what would have been his wife Mary's screaming, sweat soaked face.

"Whoahoho, good timing!" Sam said excitedly, watching Mary's breasts bouncing back and forth as she was dominated from behind.

Mary's toes curled hard, as she shook in orgasm, biting her knuckle as she relished every moment of perverse pleasure and pain.

"Seriously, black guys, black guys, black guys... every fucking where I go, and everyone one I cared about is fucking a black guy." George said, slumping in the chair in the corner.

"Yeah, they sure are... damn." Sam said, loving the look on Mary's face.

"I mean, is this all there is? I'm there, they fuck black guys, I'm gone, they fuck black guys. What's the fucking point?" George said, remembering how it felt when he caught Mary cheating.

"I uh... hmmm... I guess that's a good question. Look, if it makes you feel any better, it's not just the women in YOUR life. I mean, white women everywhere are going black at an alarming rate. They seriously CAN NOT say no to black dick." Sam said, putting a hand on George's shoulder. "You're just like, one guy out of millions of white guys losing their wives, girlfriends, daughters, sisters, mothers, crushes, you name it, to black men."

"I just... OH SERIOUSLY, SHE'S SUCKING HIS DICK NOW? STRAIGHT OUT OF HER OWN ASS?" George burst out as he watched Mary turn around and happily suck the fat black cock of her former sodomizer, "YOU DIDN'T DO ANAL FOR ME, NOT ONCE." he said angrily, grabbing a shoe and throwing it at her to no effect.

"George, I hate to say it, but it's because you're white. You don't have that... raw sexual gravitas, that manliness, or sexual prowess. Your dick certainly isn't nearly as big either." Sam said, failing miserably to console him.

"Show me one person, ONE, who's life is ACTUALLY different because I'm not around." George said, standing up and offering his hand to Sam.

The bedroom door suddenly opened, and a group of three more black men walked in, the lead one laughing as he looked down at Mary, still greedily sucking the other man's cock,

"Oh shit, couldn't wait for the rest of us?" he said, as all of them men started removing their clothes, Mary turning excitedly and jumping up on the bed, spreading her legs wide and waiting for them.

"Hold on, I want to see this." Sam said, a huge grin on his face.

"NO, NOW." George said, grabbing his hand, and flashing them both out of there.

The two of them appeared suddenly in an alley way, the sun barely reaching the darker depths of the spaces between the buildings, a pleasant warmth filling the day. George shaded his eyes for a moment, and took a look around, finally spotting two people next to an obscured dumpster. The rough looking young black man clearly fucking someone doggystyle from behind.

"Great, who this time? My grandmother?" George said, throwing his hands up in defeat.

"Not at all, go take a look." Sam said, folding his hands in front of himself and watching with a smile.

George walked over behind the dumpster, and saw who was being fucked. It was a middle aged white woman with light brown hair, her hands stretched out in front of her, a large wedding ring sticking out on her left hand, her pants firmly around her ankles as her pussy was stretched and worked to the limit.

"Fucking cum in me... breed me... OH GOD YES, FUCKING OWN MY WHITE PUSSY." she cried as he stuffed every inch of his dark black dick into her welcoming white pussy.

"I have no idea who this is." George said, turning back toward Sam.

"Of course you do! Take a good hard look." Sam said, smiling and giving a single nod to keep going.

"That's right bitch, take my fucking nigga' dick." the young black man said, hammering the older woman from behind with furious and depraved enthusiasm.

"You're so much better than my fucking wimp husband... Ohhhh... OHHHH..." she cried and moaned.

"Seriously, I have no idea." George said, turning back once more.

"Not her, you knucklehead, HIM." he said, gesturing to the black guy.

"Why the hell would I know him?" George said, confused.

"That's the first black guy your daughter would have fucked. But without you around, he didn't get to fuck her." Sam said, beaming.

"That's it? That's the best you could come up with?" George said, getting angry again.

"Well, I mean, his first child would have been with YOUR daughter. But I guess he never would have known that... I mean, he straight up ejaculated and evacuated on your daughter. She was literally nothing to him but another conquest." Sam said, mulling it over.

"Great, so my greatest contribution to the world was providing yet another black guy a white girl to fuck?" George said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Well, yeah, I guess. But Janie has almost 8 different black children during her lifetime. I mean, that's got to count for something right? All those new lives, all thanks to you." Sam said, smiling again.

"Take me back to the bridge." George said.

"Are you sure? Because she is about to have an absolute soaker of an orgasm. She literally falls down, it's both HOT and HILARIOUS." Sam said, pointing back at the random white woman still getting fucked.

"Bridge, now." George said, holding out his hand.

"Fine. Man, you are boring as hell, no wonder your wife and girlfriend cheated on you." Sam said, grabbing George's hand.

The two appeared once more at the winter bridge, George clutching to the metal beam as he had when everything first began.

"Well, here we are." Sam said.

"Cool. Later Sam." George said, hurling himself off the bridge into the freezing waters below, disappearing quickly under the roiling stream.

"Later George." Sam said, looking down.

And so, George's life came to an unceremonious end, having learned only that his existence was mostly a joke, where the punchline was that he was needed to provide more white girls for the black master race. His wife Mary collected his life insurance pay out, and used it to pay off the mortgage of the home they used to share, filling both it, and herself, with dozens of black strangers, who brought even more black lives into the world. His daughter Janie, only heard of his death some months later, but felt absolutely nothing, instead smiling happily and clinging her lithe young body to the rap artist she was currently sleeping with. Sam had been right about one thing in particular, which I must reiterate to you now, "If there's any one constant in all reality, it's pain."

Never forget that.

