6 comments/ 23527 views/ 3 favorites It's a Wonderful Life Ch. 01 By: BOSTONFICTIONWRITER This is the real story of It's A Wonderful Life, a remake of She's A Sexual Wife. Because this story is so long and the length of it necessitates that it has chapters and therefore under the new rules is not allowed in the Winter Contest, this is my unofficial Winter Contest entry. * Every Christmas holiday like most American families, we'd gather around the television and watch, It's A Wonderful Life with Jimmy Stewart and Donna Reed. That was such a great movie, a classic right up there with the Judy Garland's Wizard of Oz, Maureen O'Hara's Miracle on 34th Street with Natalie Wood playing the little girl, and Bing Crosby's White Christmas. I could watch those movies a thousand times and never tire of them. A time when life was simpler then, before television appeared in every home, before DVD's, cell phones, home computers, and the Internet, those were the days of innocence and fairy tales. Hollywood could tell a good story back then, albeit a censored one. Back then, it wasn't like it is today. Then, everything was censored before it was shown to the public. They thought they were protecting us from ourselves. Back then, they would have censored a Disney movie. I can imagine the hard time they must have given Walt Disney over his movie, Bambi, a movie made in 1942. "Uhm, you'll have to change the doe's name from Bambi to something more appropriate. What about Dorothy? The deer's name sounds too much like a stripper I used to know, I mean, it just sounds too much like a stripper's name. If you keep this name, soon we'll have strip joints all across America. And you can't name a rabbit, Thumper. Rabbits are known for having sex and by naming the rabbit Thumper, well, it gives the wrong image. It will make every man and woman in America want to have sex with one another. Then, the next thing you know is we'll have a baby boomer generation where everyone is having babies after World War II." In hindsight, maybe the censor had a point about the names Bambi and Thumper. All this time I thought the baby boomer generation was a natural occurrence from the end of World War II, when it was all Walt Disney's fault. "Zippity Doo Dah..." Now, we know why Jiminy Cricket likes to watch and Pinocchio's nose grows. For some inexplicable reason, my Dad had a problem with the movie, It's A Wonderful Life. He hated that movie. Every year, we shushed him from trying to give us his reasons why he hated the movie so. We didn't want to hear the real story and know about the behind the scenes glimpse and the true information about the movie. We didn't want one of our favorite movies ruined. Besides, we thought he was kidding. We thought he was making it all up. As it turned out, he was no fan of Donna Reed or Jimmy Stewart, perhaps the real reason why he hated the movie so and the reason for this story. He told us that we don't know the real story behind the movie and if we did, we would feel differently about the movie and not like it either. He told us that if we knew about the lack of morals of Jimmy Stewart and Donna Reed that we wouldn't like them either. Moreover, he told us that once we knew what really happened, we'd view the movie and Donna Reed and Jimmy Stewart with a different perspective and without the tears that well up our eyes throughout the movie. "That slut, Donna Reed, is hardly innocent," he'd say between sips of his whiskey and water. "Look at her with her white gloves. They make her look so pure. They make her look so innocent," he'd say every time he watched a rerun of the Donna Reed Show and he watched them over and again. If you asked me, I think my Dad had a thing for Donna Reed. I know that I did. You couldn't blame him. She was a good looking woman. Back in the fifties, we all had a thing for Donna Reed. Only, none of us could understand why he insisted she was a slut. It didn't make any sense. It was Donna Reed for God's sake. It wasn't like she was Marilyn Monroe, Jayne Mansfield, Mamie Van Doran, Elizabeth Taylor, Debbie Reynolds, Sophia Loren, or Zsa Zsa Gabor. She wasn't a sex siren. Certainly, when talking about Donna Reed, we weren't talking about a sex symbol. We weren't talking about a beautiful, blonde bombshell with big boobs and low morals. We were talking about a movie star who played the girl next door and who played a woman who was wholesome and good. We were talking about Donna Reed who played Mary Hatch Bailey, George Bailey's wife in the movie, It's A Wonderful Life. I always hated it when my Dad acted so smugly smart acting like he knew something about her, about Jimmy Stewart, and about the movie that we didn't know. We just wanted to enjoy the comfort of our ignorance and watch one of our favorite movies, It's A Wonderful Life. He told us that when they first made the movie, the original movie, the one made prior to making It's A Wonderful Life, that they reedited it over for the censors of the time. He told us that they couldn't tell the real story and sell the real movie to the American public, otherwise. We had no idea what he was talking about. It was the same spiel every year. Every time we tried to watch the movie, as a family, my Dad would start grumbling about the film. "The real movie was scandalous," he'd say shaking his head before taking another sip of his whiskey and water. "Pre-dating even Bette Page, the first pin-up queen of the fifties, back then, if there were Paparazzi and evening celebrity magazines, Donna Reed and Jimmy Stewart would have been exposed for the porn stars that they were." Donna Reed and Jimmy Steward porn stars, how could he say such a thing about America's sweet hearts? We'd let him talk without really listening to him, while we tried to watch the movie. It was the same dialogue every year and every year, he repeated the same monologue. He really had an issue with this movie. "Unfortunately, there was only Hedda Hopper and Louella Parsons, the queens of celebrity gossip at the time, and the movie studio paid them plenty to be quiet about what was going on behind closed doors with out of work Hollywood movie stars during World War II. That's why you never heard anything about it. They kept their image and the image of others, Judy Garland, Maureen O'Hara, and Bing Crosby squeaky clean. And those who watched the real movie weren't going to talk about it either. Then, it wasn't like it is now today. Back then, watching porn was a bad thing. Now, everything is smeared across the Internet and we're all so desensitized that we can hardly tell porn from a G rated movie." My Dad insisted that the real story and the original movie was taken from an X-rated story and developed from an adult porn movie that was called She's A Sexual Wife. We thought he was drunk. We thought he was crazy. Not for one second did we ever think that he was right and what he said was the truth. My Dad had a lot of stories that he told me over the years and I didn't believe any of them. I thought he was lying. I thought he was making it up and telling tall tales in the way that fathers talk to their sons. I never believed my Dad, only I should have and I'm saddened that I didn't. Now, I do. Maybe, next time, I'll tell you the real truth and give you the behind the scenes view of The Wizard of Oz and about all those little, Asian Munchins. Yeah, I bet you didn't know that many of the Munchins were Asian. The movie was made in 1939 before World War II and before the bombing of Pearl Harbor, don't forget, when we didn't have anything against Japan and the Japanese. Why do you think they coined the term, "Follow the yellow brick road?" In the original movie, by the same name, The Wizard of Oz, it was shot in Australia and not Kansas. Instead of follow the yellow brick road, it was "Follow the yellow prick road." Then, again, there's always the real story of The Miracle on 34th Street with Maureen O'Hara. The original movie was called The Orgasm on 44th street. It had no children in the movie and didn't even mention anything about Kris Kringle. It was just another porn movie with another out of work Hollywood movie star, Maureen O'Hara, playing the naked woman who had an orgasm on 44th Street. And, of course, how could we forget Bing Crosby's movie, the original and real White Christmas movie, if you know what I mean? My Dad told us that the original movie, She's A Sexual Wife, was made just before the end of World War II. It was a time just after the bombing of Pearl Harbor on December 7th, 1941, coincidentally, a day that coincides with the end of the Winter Contest that Literotica is hosting, only as I wrote previously, I'm unable to enter this story there, as it has chapters and is much too long to post as one story. No one would read through it. Back then, Pearl Harbor is what motivated America to war against Germany and Japan. At the time, some thought the world was coming to an end, ergo the need for such a film that would assuage the fears and calm the uneasiness of those too old to fight in a world war. Sex, especially for those who were too old to cut the mustard but who weren't too old to lick the jar, was always a heeling aphrodisiac. After all, Orson Welles's War of the Worlds of 1938 was still fresh in everyone's mind and some viewed World War II as Orson Welles's prophesy. Now that I finally heard my Dad's story, I understand that originally the movie She's A Sexual Wife that spawned It's A Wonderful Life was made for rich, older, white men who could afford to pay for such a stag movie during a world war when nothing was available to the masses. For fear of being bombed, cinemas with their bright neon lights and drive-ins with their huge screens and that held the interest of a crowd of people in one place and at one time were closed during the war. Before VCR's and DVD's, certainly, it was only the rich who could afford to pay to watch such a porn movie in the privacy of their home. The average person couldn't afford a projector and a screen, not to mention all that popcorn. "Indeed," so said my Dad, "It's A Wonderful Life is a remake of the original movie, She's A Sexual Wife, made so as to appease the strict censorship and to sell it to the puritanical American public." My Dad passed away a few years ago. He was 90-years-old. He lived a good life. It was on his deathbed that he told me the real story about It's A Wonderful Life and about Jimmy Stewart and Donna Reed and about what happened when they originally made the movie, She's A Sexual Wife. I'd like to share it with you, if you have a mind to read it. In the next chapter Freddie tells his Dad's story about She's A Sexual Wife. * Thank you for reading my story. I sincerely hope you enjoyed it. Please take a moment to vote, make a public comment, and/or give me feedback. Your support is why I write. Your feedback will motivate me to write a better story the next time. If you haven't already, please take moment to add me and/or this story or any other of my stories to your list of favorites. Thanks, Freddie, Bostonfictionwriter. To be continued... It's a Wonderful Life Ch. 02 This is the real story of It's A Wonderful Life, a remake of She's A Sexual Wife. Because this story is so long and the length of it necessitates that it has chapters and therefore under the new rules is not allowed to compete in the Winter Contest, this is my unofficial Winter Contest entry. Now that I finally heard my Dad's story, I understand that originally the movie She's A Sexual Wife that spawned It's A Wonderful Life was made for rich, older, white men who could afford to pay for such a stag movie during a world war when nothing was available to the masses. For fear of being bombed, cinemas with their bright neon lights and drive-ins with their huge screens and that held the interest of a crowd of people in one place and at one time were closed during the war. Before VCR's and DVD's, certainly, it was only the rich who could afford to pay to watch such a porn movie in the privacy of their homes. The average person couldn't afford a projector and a screen, not to mention all that popcorn. "Indeed," so said my Dad, "It's A Wonderful Life is a remake of the original movie, She's A Sexual Wife, made so as to appease the strict censorship and to sell it to the puritanical American public." I couldn't believe It's A Wonderful Life was made from a porn movie, She's A Sexual Wife. Hearing this information was like hearing that Captain Kangaroo was a pedophile or that Mr. Green Jeans was in a homosexual relationship with the Captain. My Dad passed away a few years ago. He was 90-years-old. He lived a good life. It was on his deathbed that he told me the real story about It's A Wonderful Life and about Jimmy Stewart and Donna Reed and about what happened when they originally made the movie, She's A Sexual Wife. I'd like to share it with you, if you have a mind to read it. Finally, I had to listen to him. It was the right thing for a son to do. He was my Dad after all and he had a story to tell and it was my duty to listen, if nothing else, so that I could pass the story on to my children when it came the time. He told me the story during his last dying breaths. He forced out the words of his story over a seven and a half hour period. Yeah, we had to use the paddles on him a few times, but he never skipped a beat. I mean, of course, his heart skipped a few beats, but Dad was strong until the very end. Every time we revived him, he continued right where he left off. He was a trooper. Now, before I begin this story, I should tell you something about my Dad. He was from Missouri, the show me state, and much like President Harry Truman, who was from Missouri, too, my Dad didn't lie, which is why he went by the name of BOSTONREALITYWRITER. I recorded my Dad's words and have written them just as they appear on the tape. Normally I only write fiction about Boston, ergo my name BOSTONFICTIONWRITER, but this is his story, my Dad's story, the true story and the real story about It's A Wonderful Life. "It was just after the war when Liberty Films allowed RCA Radio Pictures to distribute their film, It's A Wonderful Life, unbeknownst to most, a remake of She's A Sexual Wife. Times were tough and things were hard back then. No one had any money. There were no jobs. America had used whatever metal and resources they had to fight and win the war and the companies that made steel for tanks, planes, and ships would take some time to switch over to make cars. Besides," he said again, "there was no money. Whatever excess profits you made, the government took. Not many people today knew that back then, but the government took all your money to pay for their war." Actually, I was shocked by this revelation. I never knew that our government stole people's money to pay for their war. Surely, they couldn't do that today. Could they? People aren't as patriotic as they were back then. "It was called the Victory Tax of 1942 and the federal government took 90% of every excess profit earned during the war and 85% after the war," he said. "Even if you were making good money, it all went to Uncle Sam for the war effort and to save you and the country from the Germans and Japanese. The Hollywood studios, filmmakers, and movie stars with their big paychecks were easy targets for the Victory Tax. In order to avoid the tax, the studios stopped making movies and the cast, crew, and movie stars stopped working. It was the only time since the creation of the movies that there were no movies being made." I couldn't imagine not being able to watch a movie. Movies are something that I take for granted. A day doesn't go buy that I don't watch a movie. I love movies. I'm a real movie buff. I didn't know what I'd do without my daily dose of movies. "Don't kid yourself;" said Dad, "the government can still do that today should there be a World War III. Why do you think your mother and I never kept our money in a bank? Just as we don't trust our own government, we don't trust banks and bankers, especially after what we've been through, the hard times and the bad times of our own government stealing our hard earned money. The politicians we voted for have told us one too many lies." He made me think of the money that I had in the bank. What would I do if suddenly a terror organization exploded a small nuclear bomb in the United States? Moreover, once we discovered that the government of another country not only supported the terror attack on the United States but also funded it, would we declare war on them? Would that be the beginning of World War III? Would my government take all my money to pay for their war, as they did in World War II with the Victory Tax? "Even today," he said, "so many years after the war, I still don't understand Americans buy German and Japanese cars. It makes no sense to me. Americans buy so many Japanese cars, Hondas, Toyotas and Mazdas, that they have nearly bankrupted General Motors, Chrysler, and Ford. I don't understand the American people supporting the Japanese economy in deference to our economy." "Americans buy the foreign cars, Dad, because they make a better vehicle." "Yeah, well, if they still supported American manufacturers, we could make better vehicles, too, and beat them at their own game. The Germans and Japanese hated us then and they still hate us still now. I'd buy an American or English, even an Italian car, before I'd buy an automobile that was engineered, designed, and manufactured by people who were determined to kill us." He shook a crooked finger at me, "And do you know what I really don't understand?" "What's that, Dad?" "After validating that those concentration camps really existed, I will never understand a Jewish person buying a German car and I see that all the time." Even though I love BMW's, Audis, Porsches, and some Volkswagens, I'm not Jewish but his statement made me never want to buy a German car. "I met Donna Reed and Jimmy Stewart when I got a job at Liberty Films," he said with a proud little smile. I couldn't believe my Dad knew these two big Hollywood stars. It was then that I didn't know if I should believe him or not. It was then that I realized that my Dad never lied. I believed him, but what he said next was unbelievable. "I was the night watchman and they never paid me no mind. Sometimes they didn't even know I was around. But for the lights that shown on the sound stage, it was always very dark on the set with a lot of places to hide from which to watch the action. They mostly thought I was walking my shift guarding the place or somewhere sleeping. The people who worked there, the actors, the directors, the producers, the cast, and the crew looked down upon a mere night watchman, but I saw everything that went on there. I was witness to everything that happened in front of the camera, as well as all that happened behind the camera." Wow, I didn't know my Dad was on the set of a big movie. Now, this was exciting. All these years, my Mom, my sister, and I have been shushing Dad when he had a story to tell. Now, his story eclipsed the story of It's A Wonderful Life and I couldn't wait to hear the rest of it. "Like everyone else, Donna Reed and Jimmy Stewart were out of work. After hawking United States Savings Bonds for the government and the war effort, there was little for them to do. No one was making films during that time, except for war movies that were sponsored and paid for by the government, besides everyone was running scared from the rumors that there were spies living among us." I was shocked that my Dad actually knew Donna Reed and Jimmy Stewart. I spent considerable time in my room growing up jerking off over Donna Reed after watching her on television and to think that my Dad knew her was surreal. "If you think the McCarthy era of communism in the fifties was bad, that ten year period just before the war, during the war, and after the war was worse. God forbid you were a German or a Japanese American. They'd call you a spy and shoot you while waving the American flag. Then they'd call you a hero for killing a Crout or a Jap." I don't think I could tell if someone was German, that is, unless they spoke with a heavy German accent or unless they were speaking German. Unless they are a different race and other than being different because of their sex, weight, and height, people all look the same to me. Then, I thought of all the Japanese baseball players who play for major league teams in our country. Finally, I thought of all those cute Japanese women that I ogle at night while watching panty pull down videos. I've grown to like the Japanese. "So, Donna Reed and Jimmy Stewart answered an ad that appeared in the local newspaper by Liberty Films. Before that, Donna was working as a 10 cents a dance girl down from the USO in the bad side of town," said my Dad. How did he know all this stuff about Donna Reed? I was amazed. If I lived back then, I'd give Donna Reed five bucks, fifty dances worth, to dance with her all night. "She didn't make her real fame and fortune until they re-released this movie, She's A Sexual Wife as It's A Wonderful Life. Then, when she made From Here to Eternity with Frank Sinatra, Burt Lancaster, Montgomery Cliff, and Deborah Kerr, she was golden and could do no wrong, which is how she was given her shot at television with The Donna Reed Show. Back then, before she made it big with It's A Wonderful Life, she made a little extra cash by servicing the service men who just returned home from the war or who were on leave before they shipped out, again." What? Are you kidding me? Did my Dad just say that Donna Reed was a prostitute? Donna Reed was a hooker? No way! Gees, I wish I was around back then. Forget about the ten cent dances, I'd avail myself of her other X-rated services. "Hi ya, Sailor. Want some half and half for two bucks? That's what she used to say when she stood on the street corner when greeting the 7th Fleet on leave before shipping out." Boy, if I lived back then, definitely, I'd hand her a twenty. What will this get me? Will twenty bucks get me Donna Reed for the whole night? "When she asked a serviceman if he wanted half and half for two bucks, back then, she wasn't selling a mixture of milk and cream for their coffee, if you know what I mean." I never heard my Dad talk like this. I suddenly had a new view of my father. He was normal, just like me. "Like anyone else who lived through the depression and now another World War, she was desperate for money. She was broke. She needed to make her monthly rent for her walkup, cold water flat. God forbid she lost that little hole in the wall. There were no apartments and she'd be out on the street and in the cold. Everyone was living with family and friends and camping out in crapped and confined spaces and she was no different and no better than anyone else during that time, even if she had once been a big movie star. She was hungry and all she had to offer to earn a bit of extra cash was her good looks and her curvaceous body." I thought about my 4,000 square foot house. I couldn't imagine squeezing myself in a small, cold water flat that I had to climb dozens of stairs to get to. Where would I put my pool table and my home theatre? Surely, I wouldn't have room for my big, flat screen television set. Boy, talk about being spoiled. "She discovered early on that soldiers would pay her an extra two bits if she gave them a hand job while wearing her white gloves." White gloves? Are you kidding me? Boing! Suddenly, I had an erection thinking about Donna Reed wearing her white gloves, unzipping my fly, pulling out my cock, and stroking me with hands that reminded me of Minnie Mouse. Oh, baby. "Later, in the late 50's, on her television show, The Donna Reed Show, her white gloves became her trademark. It was her little inside joke," he said with a laugh, "whenever she wore her white gloves on such a censored television show. If only the censors knew the story behind her white gloves and all the cocks of servicemen who graced her right gloved hand. My Dad made me wonder if he received a white gloved hand job from Donna Reed. Maybe that's how he knows so much about what she did and with whom back then. Suddenly, I couldn't wait to excuse myself for the privacy of the bathroom or my bedroom. Suddenly, I had this urge to masturbate while imagining Donna Reed's white gloved hand working her magic on my stiff prick. "Hi ya, Freddie. Want some half and half for two bucks? For an extra two bits, I'll wear my white gloves." In the next chapter Freddie tells his Dad's story about She's A Sexual Wife when Doris Day, Harriet Nelson, Barbara Billingsly, Lucille Ball, and, of course, Donna Reed audition for the starring role in She's A Sexual Wife. * Thank you for reading my story. I sincerely hope you enjoyed it. Please take a moment to vote, make a public comment, and/or give me feedback. Your support is why I write. Your feedback will motivate me to write a better story the next time. If you haven't already, please take moment to add me and/or this story or any other of my stories to your list of favorites. Thanks, Freddie, Bostonfictionwriter. To be continued... It's a Wonderful Life Ch. 03 This is the real story of It's A Wonderful Life, a remake of She's A Sexual Wife. Because this story is so long and the length of it necessitates that it has chapters and therefore under the contest new rules is not allowed in the Winter Contest, this is my unofficial Winter Contest entry. "She discovered early on that soldiers would pay her an extra two bits if she gave them a hand job while wearing her white gloves," said my Dad. White gloves? Are you kidding me? Boing! Suddenly, I had an erection thinking about Donna Reed wearing her white gloves, unzipping my fly, pulling out my cock, and stroking me with hands that reminded me of Minnie Mouse. Oh, baby. "Later, in the late 50's, on her television show, The Donna Reed Show, her white gloves became her trademark. It was her little inside joke," said my Dad with a laugh. "Whenever she wore her white gloves on such a censored television show, I could only think of her standing on the street corner and telling the servicemen that for an extra two bits she'd wear her white gloves while she jerked them off. If only the censors knew the story behind her white gloves and all the cocks of servicemen who graced her right gloved hand, they'd pull her television series and ban her from television for life. Even though I was sickened by the thought of my Dad getting a hand job from anyone, especially from my beloved Donna Reed, by all the intimate details that he confessed to me, he made me wonder if he received a white gloved hand job from Donna Reed and it made me excited to think that Donna Reed masturbated my Dad. Maybe that's how he knows so much about what she did and with whom she did it with back then. Suddenly, I couldn't wait to excuse myself for the privacy of the bathroom or my bedroom. Suddenly, I had this unstoppable urge to masturbate while imagining Donna Reed's white gloved hand working her magic on my stiff prick. "Hi ya, Freddie. Want some half and half for two bucks? For an extra two bits," she said giving me her warmest Donna Reed smile, "I'll wear my white gloves while stroking your cock." Not old enough to have lived back then, I could only imagine her conversation. Surely, had I lived back then, I couldn't have retrieved my two bits from my pant pocket fast enough. "She preferred doing that, giving a white glove hand job than getting down on her knees to give a blowjob and taking the chance of ruining her silk stockings with a run. A time before pantyhose, silk stockings were very hard to come by back then, and a girl would do anything for a pair." Oh, my God. I couldn't imagine Donna Reed on her knees giving me or anyone a blowjob. I couldn't help but imagine Donna Reed on her knees and sucking my cock while I felt her tits. Now, I wondered if Donna Reed had given my Dad a blowjob. That was my fantasy for so long, so long ago. As a teenager, I couldn't tell you how many times I jerked off while thinking of Donna Reed sucking my cock. The visual thought of it was just too exciting to imagine. "I remember there were five women who auditioned for the part, Doris Day, who later made many films with Rock Hudson and Tony Randall, Harriet Nelson, who later starred in Ozzie and Harriet and who was older than the other woman by a good ten years, Barbara Billingsly, who later starred as Beaver's Mom on Leave It To Beaver, Lucille Ball, who starred in I Love Lucy later, and Donna Reed, who became a movie star before she landed her own television show, The Donna Reed Show." No friggin' way. Did my Dad just say that there were more than these five women who stripped down naked to audition for the part? My Dad didn't have to tell me who they all were. I knew them all. These were five of my all time favorite fantasy jerk off women. The only way this story could be any better is if he said that the other women who auditioned for the part were Zsa Zsa Gabor, Jane Russell, Lana Turner, and Maureen O'Hara. "So, Dad, did you recognize any of the other unemployed Hollywood actresses who auditioned for Liberty Films when they were making porn movies?" "Oh, sure, they were all there at one time or another getting naked, showing their body, and auditioning for various parts. Zsa Zsa Gabor, Jane Russell, Lana Turner, and Maureen O'Hara, I've seen them all naked." When I was a teenager growing up, I can't count how many times I jerked off over Doris Day. Okay, maybe, I didn't jerk off over Harriet Nelson, Dave and Rick's Mom, but definitely, I used to jerk off over Barbara Billingsly, Wally and Beaver's Mom. I remember that she wore white gloves, too. It made me wonder if Ward, her television husband, jerked off over getting a hand from Barbara Billingsly when she played his wife, June Cleaver. "June, can you come up to the bedroom for a minute? Oh, and bring your white gloves with you, please." "Yes, Dear. I'll be right there, Dear." Just when I was about to do the laundry, Ward wants another white gloved hand job. Then, I thought about all the times I fantasized about doing Lucille Ball. Back in the 50's, Lucy was a good looking woman. When I really had the horny days, back then, I even fantasized doing Lucille Ball's friend, Vivian Vance, too. Vivian had a rack. Only, every time I thought of doing Vivian, then I thought of her husband Fred Foley, playing himself as Fred Mertz and that ruined the fantasy. "Even though all the women, except for Doris Day, willingly got naked to audition for the film, She's A Sexual Wife, Harriet Nelson didn't get the part because she didn't give blowjobs." What? Did my Dad just say that he saw Harriet Nelson, Barbara Billingsly, Lucille Ball, and Donna Reed naked? No friggin' way. True to her virginal image, Doris Day didn't get naked. Well, that was good to hear, I guess. "Que sera sera." Only, had Doris Day gotten naked, I would loved to have lived vicariously through my Dad to find out what kind of body Doris Day had. She did have big tits, bigger tits than all the other women. Suddenly, I imagined them all, Harriet Nelson, Barbara Billingsly, Lucille Ball, and Donna Reed standing there unbuttoning and/or unzipping their dresses. I imagined them removing their full slips or half slips or petticoats or whatever the Hell they wore back then. It made me want to touch myself when thinking about them removing their clothes. So many decades later, the vision of them standing on stage, one at a time or as a group together while in their bras and panties was still an exciting thought to imagine. I imagined them slowly reaching around and unhooking their bras and removing them. Standing there topless in their nylons and garter belts, I could see them rolling down their panties. I imagined them all having full bushes. No one shaved their pubic hair back then. I imagined their tits and I imagined their nipples. I imagined doing them one at a time, kissing them, and exploring their bodies with my hands. "Son? Hello? Are you okay?" "Oh, sorry, Dad, did you say something?" "If you find what I'm telling you distasteful, I can stop." "Stop? No fucking way, I mean, no, that's okay, Dad. I can, uhm, suffer through what you have to tell me. So, uhm, Dad, are you telling me that you saw Harriet Nelson, Barbara Billingsly, Lucille Ball, and Donna Reed naked?" "Yeah, I saw them all naked. So what? It was no big deal. They were just five of the women who auditioned for the part, Doris Day, who later made many films with Rock Hudson and Tony Randall, Harriet Nelson, who later starred in Ozzie and Harriet, Barbara Billingsly, who later starred as Beaver's Mom on Leave It To Beaver, Lucille Ball, who starred in I Love Lucy later, and Donna Reed, who became a big star." "Uhm, Dad, are you telling me that you saw Harriet Nelson, Barbara Billingsly, Lucille Ball, and Donna Reed naked?" "Yes, I was there watching while they disrobed for their auditioned." Now, I really had an erection thinking of those four women without their clothes and (gulp) naked. "Barbara Billingsly gave blowjobs but didn't get the part because she didn't swallow. Lucille Ball gave blowjobs and swallowed but didn't get the part because she wouldn't do anal and started crying, "Ricky!" when the actor tried to give her anal. Donna Reed was willing to do it all." Suddenly, I was dizzy and it took all the self-control that I possessed not to unzip myself and start jerking off. Did my Dad just say that he watched Barbara Billingsly, Lucille Ball, and Donna Reed give a blowjob? "So, uhm, Dad, who did they blow? Did they blow Jimmy Stewart?" "No, Jimmy wasn't on the stage, yet. They blew some poor producer who was gay, I think. Anyway, he looked bored out of his mind." The vision of those three on their knees giving a blowjob, I mean acting made me wish that I was born back then. "By the way, Lucille Ball, a tall, redhead was stunning. She had the best body with Donna Reed, not as tall, a close second." "I always loved Lucy, Dad." I couldn't believe my Dad saw Lucille Ball and Donna Reed naked and got enough of a look of them to discern which had the better body. "Yeah, that Donna Reed was a real super trooper. She'd do anything to advance her acting career, even if it meant having sex with an old drunk like Jimmy Stewart. He was much older than her by thirteen years and he grossed her out when he touched her. Yet, she was able to put her feelings aside about having sex with older men and did what she needed to do to get the part." "Wow, so Jimmy Stewart was a drunk. I had no idea." Suddenly, I imagined bending Donna Reed over and giving it to her good while she wore her white gloves. "Jimmy Stewart on the other hand, just as he was portrayed in the movie, had taken up drinking. Shell shocked after the war from flying one too many missions in his plane, he was a mess. His nerves were shot and he had a terrible speech impediment from childhood that worsened with the Post Traumatic Stress he had gotten from the war. Drinking was the only thing that calmed him down enough for him to speak his part without stuttering. Back then, before he made it big in 1939 with Mr. Smith Goes To Washington and Destry Rides Again, he didn't make a movie from 1941-1946, when he made She's A Sexual Wife that later became It's A Wonderful Life. Now, you can see that he, too, was desperate for money and to advance his acting career after being out of work for 5 years and being in the military for much of that time. Only, there were no jobs. There were no acting parts. No one was making movies." "I can't imagine life without movies," I said. "He made a few coins by playing his accordion on the street corner. It was a sad time for everyone back then and even sadder for Donna Reed and Jimmy Stewart, two so very talented actors. So, it was understandable that when this role came along, albeit in a porn movie, that these unemployed movie stars jumped at the opportunity. In the next chapter Freddie tells his Dad's story about She's A Sexual Wife. * Thank you for reading my story. I sincerely hope you enjoyed it. Please take a moment to vote, make a public comment, and/or give me feedback. Your support is why I write. Your feedback will motivate me to write a better story the next time. If you haven't already, please take moment to add me and/or this story or any other of my stories to your list of favorites. Thanks, Freddie, Bostonfictionwriter. To be continued... It's a Wonderful Life Ch. 04 This is the real story of It's A Wonderful Life, a remake of She's A Sexual Wife. Because this story is so long and the length of it necessitates that it has chapters and therefore under the contest new rules is not allowed in the Winter Contest, this is my unofficial Winter Contest entry. I couldn't believe my Dad saw Lucille Ball and Donna Reed naked and got enough of a look of them to discern which had the better body. "Yeah, that Donna Reed was a real super trooper. She'd do anything to advance her acting career, even if it meant having sex with an old drunk like Jimmy Stewart. He was much older than her by thirteen years and he grossed her out when he touched her. Yet, she was able to put her feelings aside about having sex with older men and did what she needed to do to get the part." "Wow, so Jimmy Stewart was a drunk. I had no idea." Suddenly, I imagined bending Donna Reed over and giving it to her good while she wore her white gloves. "Jimmy Stewart on the other hand, just as he was portrayed in the movie, had taken up drinking. Shell shocked after the war from flying one too many missions in his plane, he was a mess. His nerves were shot and he had a terrible speech impediment from childhood that worsened with the Post Traumatic Stress he had gotten from the war. Drinking was the only thing that calmed him down enough for him to speak his part without stuttering." "Gees, Dad, I had no idea that Jimmy Stewart was a drunk. I always thought of him as a big war hero." "Well, he was that, too. Only, back then, because of the war and before he made it big in 1939 with Mr. Smith Goes To Washington and Destry Rides Again, he didn't make a movie from 1941-1946, when he made She's A Sexual Wife that later became It's A Wonderful Life. Now, you can see that he, too, was desperate for money and to advance his acting career after being out of work for 5 years and being in the military for much of that time. Only, there were no jobs. There were no acting parts. No one was making movies." "I can't imagine life without movies," I said. "He made a few coins by playing his accordion on the street corner. It was a sad time for everyone back then and even sadder for Donna Reed and Jimmy Stewart, two so very talented actors. So, it was understandable that when this role came along, albeit in a porn movie, that these unemployed movie stars jumped at the opportunity." "I never thought about what happened to the actors during the war, Dad. I never thought that just as they stopped making cars, they stopped making movies." "Yeah, well, as I said about the porn movie they made together, She's A Sexual Wife, they were all there auditioning and hoping to get the part. Doris Day, Harriet Nelson, Barbara Billingsly, Lucille Ball, Zsa Zsa Gabor, Jane Russell, Lana Turner, Maureen O'Hara and, of course, Donna Reed, who was chosen to costar opposite Jimmy Stewart as Mary Hatch Bailey." "I had no idea that you knew all these movie stars, Dad." "Yeah, at first it was exciting to see these young starlets stripping down to their underwear," he said in the way that Don Knotts used to brag on Andy of Mayberry when he played Deputy Barney Fife. "I remember being more than excited when they removed their underwear and were just standing their stark naked in their birthday suits. I couldn't believe that there I was seeing what I was seeing on a closed sound stage. No one knew I was there up in the rafters watching. I was as quiet as a mouse." "So, what did they do, Dad? Was it the director interviewing the women? Did they all stand in a line or did they file out one at a time and just get naked?" "Yeah, it was Frank Capra and his assistants. There were men and women there. They sat directly in front of the stage and they all sat behind a long table. I had a birds' eye view of the actresses as they walked out on stage, as I was facing them from my high vantage point. They had the actresses file out one at a time. They were all backstage in a room and couldn't see what was happening on stage with the interview process. No one knew how the other was doing or how they did." "Was Jimmy Stewart there?" "Nah, he was off in the nearest bar, probably." "The poor guy." "I remember Lionel Barrymore being there though. He was chosen to play Mr. Potter. He was always there. He was there for every audition. He was the stereotypical dirty, old man." My Dad laughed. "Lionel volunteered to step in and receive blowjobs from the women auditioning for the part when the assistant producer, who was gay and allowed the women to blow him, couldn't take it anymore. He physically got sick on stage from having a woman touch his pecker." My Dad suddenly drifted off. He appeared dead. I had to use the paddles on him again to revive him. "Dad! Dad," I said shaking him. Finally, his heart started beating again and he started his story again where he left off, as if he had never stopped talking. It was surreal. "Yeah, so anyway, Frank Capra did most of the talking. He'd make some polite small talk before asking the women to remove their clothes. They were all eager to undress and show their bodies, except for Doris Day. She was the first to leave." "No kidding? She left? Wow, I can't imagine Doris Day naked. She had a rack." "The drill was the women would get naked one at a time and get down on their knees. Then Lionel Barrymore would stand in front of them, unzip his pants and remove his cock. He had a big cock and it was always standing at attention. A time before Viagra, for an older man, this guy was always horny," my Dad said with a laugh. "So, I don't understand, Dad. All the women auditioning had to blow Lionel Barrymore?" "Nah, the drill was that they had to take his cock in their mouth. Anyone who wouldn't even do that, were immediately eliminated." "Did anyone refuse to take Lionel Barrymore's cock in her mouth?" "After Doris Day walked off the stage in a huff, Harriet Nelson was the next one out. She screamed when Lionel pulled out his prick and jumped up from her knees. I don't give blowjobs, she said. If I don't suck my husband's cock, I'm certainly not going to suck your cock, Mr. Barrymore. It was funny to see her reaction. You would have thought he pulled a snake from his pants." "Who was next, Dad?" "Well, it was a few minutes before they had the next woman come out. Frank Capra and his assistants talked among themselves in between having the women audition before asking the next one to step on stage. Barbara Billingsly was next. She later played the mother on Leave It To Beaver and she was a good looking woman, especially back then. She was so young. She was in her early to mid twenties, I'd say." "I know who she is, Dad, so, tell me, what happened with her audition." "Well, it was the same thing. They talked with her for a few minutes asking her what she did before and why she thought she was right for the part after they explained what the part was. Then, they asked her to remove her clothes. I remember she had a nice figure, albeit a bit too thin. She had small A cup tits, if I remember correctly." "Did Frank Capra ask her to get down on her knees when she was naked?" "Yeah, he told all the women to kneel on stage and had them angle their bodies to the side so that he could see." "And did she?" "Yes, son, all the women willingly got down on their knees except for Doris Day." "So, what happened when Lionel Barrymore approached her with his cock?" "Well, the director explained that the climatic part of the movie was when she gave Lionel Barrymore a blowjob. I remember Barbara leaning forward and taking his cock in her mouth, but without touching it with her hands. I thought that was a bit weird. She really didn't give him much of a blowjob." "So, who was next, Dad?" "Lucille Ball was next. She was so tall and so beautiful. She had the best body of the bunch and when she got naked everyone stared." "Wow, I can't believe Lucy was auditioning to make a porn film." "It was tough times back then, son. No one had any money. Everyone was out of work. There were no jobs and no places to live." "So, did she take Lionel Barrymore's cock in her mouth? Did she give him a blowjob?" "Oh, yeah, she sucked him off good. She made him cum and she swallowed his load. They had to stop the auditions for that day and postpone and continue them for the next day after that happened. She was so into blowing Lionel Barrymore that she almost got the role. The final decision was between her and Donna Reed." "So, tell me about the others who auditioned, Dad. Who else was there?" "Well, let me think. I remember Zsa Zsa being there. She had such a heavy accent that no one could understand a word she said, but she was so beautiful that no one cared. Although a bit pudgy, even back then, she still had a nice body with big tits." "Wow, I can't believe you saw Zsa Zsa Gabor naked. So, did she get on her knees, too? Did she blow Lionel Barrymore?" "Are you kidding me? Zsa Zsa was more than willing to suck his cock and they had to stop her before he shot his load again and ruined the auditions for that day, too. She was a sexual animal." "So, why didn't they pick her? She would have made a good Mary Hatch Bailey." "Well, her accent was a thick as Arnold Schwarzenegger's is now. Besides, we were fighting a world war and no one would watch a film with a foreigner in the co-starring role. Even though she was Hungarian, she sounded a bit German." "Do you remember anyone else who auditioned for the movie, She's A Sexual Wife?" "Do I remember anyone else? Who could forget Jane Russell? Man, when she removed her bra, those giant boobs practically filled the stage. She had huge tits, massive areolas, and giant nipples. She had the kind of nipples that after you sucked on them, they'd make a noise when they popped from your mouth." "Wow! Jane Russell. I can't believe you saw Jane Russell's tits, Dad." I remember all the times I jerked off over Jane Russell in my room late at night after watching one of her movies. She was so sexy back then. "Oh, I almost forgot one. I remember Lana Turner auditioned, too. She was so sexy, but she was very short compared to Lucille Ball and Jane Russell. She was 5'3, but for some reason looked shorter than that. I think the studio exaggerated her height in her biography. She looked more like 5'1 to me. I remember she always wore these three inch high heels to make her look taller. She had a nice ass and boy could she fill out a sweater." "So, how come she didn't get the role in the movie, Dad?" "Even though she stroked Lionel Barrymore, she stroked him more than she did blow him. She dabbled with her blowjob. You could tell she didn't like sucking his cock very much and there was no connection between the two actors." "I remember her in the Postman Rings Twice with John Garfield. She was so hot. Dad, I thought you said Maureen O'Hara auditioned, too." "That's right! How could I forget her? She was a knockout and a real show stopper. She was another one with big tits, too. She had a good body, but she, too, was a little bit pudgy, especially in the hips and thighs. She was striking though with all her red hair. Her and Lucille Ball were natural red heads. I can vouch for that by the color of their bushes." "What about Zsa Zsa, was she a natural blonde?" "Sorry, son, her hair color was purely from the bottle." "So, did Maureen O'Hara blow Lionel Barrymore?" "She did and she gave him a respectable blowjob, but nothing like what Donna Reed gave him. Donna Reed was a pro at sucking cock." I couldn't wait to hear about Donna Reed. Only, I had to use the paddles on my Dad again to revive him. I hoped he'd live long enough to tell me the true story about Donna Reed blowing Lionel Barrymore. "Dad! Dad!" In the next chapter Donna Reed gets a big mouthful and gets the part, too. * Thank you for reading my story. I sincerely hope you enjoyed it. Please take a moment to vote, make a public comment, and/or give me feedback. Your support is why I write. Your feedback will motivate me to write a better story the next time. If you haven't already, please take moment to add me and/or this story or any other of my stories to your list of favorites. Thanks, Freddie, Bostonfictionwriter. To be continued... It's a Wonderful Life Ch. 05 In this chapter Donna Reed blows Lionel Barrymore. A time when there were no movies because of World War II, Hollywood made porn movies for rich, old, white men who could afford to pay for them. It's A Wonderful Life was a remake of She's A Sexual Wife. This is the real story of It's A Wonderful Life, a remake of She's A Sexual Wife. Because this story is so long and the length of it necessitates that it has chapters and therefore under the contest new rules is not allowed in Literotica's Theme Contests, this is my unofficial Winter Contest entry. "Oh, I almost forgot one," said my father. "I remember Lana Turner auditioned, too. She was so sexy, but she was very short compared to Lucille Ball and Jane Russell. Still, there was something about her that made you stare at her. But, boy, after seeing those two leggy broads, Lucille Ball and Jane Russell, Lana Turner looked like a midget. She was 5'3, but for some reason looked shorter than that. I think the studio exaggerated her height in her biography. She looked more like 5'1 to me. I remember she always wore these three inch high heels and wore her hair up to make her look taller. She had a nice ass and boy could she fill out a sweater, but when standing next to Lucille Ball and Jane Russell when they were both wearing heels and hats, they looked like models." "So, how come Lana Turner didn't get the role in the movie, Dad?" "Even though she stroked Lionel Barrymore's cock, she stroked him more than she blew him. She dabbled with her blowjob. You could tell she didn't like sucking his cock very much and she wasn't comfortable doing it. There was no connection between the two actors." He looked at me, "Don't forget, son, it isn't like it is today. This was the early 40's, nearly 70 years ago, and not very many women gave blowjobs back then." "I remember her in the Postman Rings Twice with John Garfield. She was so hot." I looked at my father suddenly remembering he said Maureen O'Hara auditioned, too. "I thought you said Maureen O'Hara auditioned, too, Dad." "That's right! She did. How could I forget her? She was a knockout and a real show stopper. Man, she was so pretty. Maureen O'Hara was one of my very favorite actresses and I couldn't believe that I was going to see her naked, too." My Dad looked at me and wiped a hand across his mouth, as if imagining kissing her. "Damn, I can't believe you saw Maureen O'Hara totally naked." "She was another one with big tits, too. Boy, I remember her in that John Wayne movie, The Quiet Man, when she played Mary Kate Danaher. That and Miracle on 34th Street were my favorite movies that she played in." My Dad shook his hand up and down, "Boy, she had a good body, but she, too, was a little bit pudgy, especially in the hips and thighs. She was striking though with all her red hair. She and Lucille Ball were natural red heads. I can vouch for that by the color of their bushes," he said with raised eyebrows. "What about Zsa Zsa? Was she a natural blonde?" "Sorry, son, her hair color was purely from the bottle." "So, did Maureen O'Hara blow Lionel Barrymore?" "She did and she gave him a respectable blowjob, too, but she gave him nothing like the head banging, sound making, interactive blowjob that Donna Reed gave him. Donna Reed was a pro at sucking cock. She was one of those women who looked so demure and lady like, but she really enjoyed sucking cock. You could tell that she sucked cock before." I couldn't wait to hear about Donna Reed. Only, I had to use the paddles on my Dad again to revive him. I hoped he'd live long enough to tell me the true story about Donna Reed blowing Lionel Barrymore. "Dad! Dad!" I was hoping my Dad wouldn't kick the bucket, yet. I wanted to hear about Donna Reed. I needed some jerk off material for later when I watched the Donna Reed reruns of her show, The Donna Reed Show. I imagined her wearing her white gloves while masturbating me before taking me in her mouth and blowing me. "Yeah, I'm okay, son. I must have dozed off, huh?" "Yeah, something like that, Dad," I said putting the paddles down. "So tell me more about Donna Reed, Dad. I want to hear all about her interview in detail and don't leave anything out. She's one of my favorites." "Well, it was a long time ago, son. I'll do my best. My memory is not as sharp as it once was, you know." "Give yourself a minute to recall her." "Recall her? How could anyone forget her? There was just something about her. She was one of those women that every time you saw her, you just couldn't stop yourself from staring. I remember her being so very young, younger than the other women on stage. She must have been in her early twenties and she was so damn pretty. You don't see a woman who looks so pretty every day and she had a swell figure, too. She was uncommonly pretty. I bet you didn't know that Donna Reed was the same height as Jane Russell and Lucille Ball." "Well, now, that's something I didn't know. For some reason I always thought of her being shorter and Lucille Ball and Jane Russell being taller. That's weird they were all the same height. I always thought that Jane and Lucy were very tall and much taller than Donna Reed. For some reason I thought Donna Reed was short." "Yeah, well the reason for that was that Jimmy Stewart was tall, 6'3" and he dwarfed Donna Reed who was 5'7". He made her look short, especially in that scene in the movie, "It's A Wonderful Life" where Jimmy is on the phone and Donna is squeezed right beside him trying to listen to the telephone call he received from his brother. That was the scene where Jimmy Stewart went wild for desire for her and kissed her." "Yeah, that was one of my favorite scenes in the movie, where they kissed. It was so romantic and every time I watched that movie, I imagined kissing Donna Reed." "Donna Reed was very tall, especially when you realize that most women were only 5'2" back then. Whereas, when you saw Lucy, you saw her with Desi Arnaz who was only 5'10" and when you saw Jane Russell on screen you saw her with leading men her height and a bit taller making her appear taller than she really was. It was all an illusion designed by Hollywood, just like when they had Alan Ladd, who was only 5'5", stand on a box when acting in Shane against Jack Pallace, who was 6'4" tall. By just the angle of the camera, they made Alan Ladd look taller and Jack Palace look shorter." "So, tell me about Donna Reed dad." "Well, as soon as Donna Reed walked on stage, that horn ball, Lionel Barrymore got up from his seat, walked across the stage, took her in his arms, and kissed her." My Dad laughed. "He shocked the shit out of everyone, except for Donna and everyone expected that she'd slap his face, but she didn't." "Wow that was a bold move that could have backfired on him, especially for such an old guy hitting on such a young woman. He had to be in his sixties. He was old enough to be her grandfather." "I want her, he said staring right into her eyes. Then, he turned to Frank Capra and yelled I want her. He was God like in those days. He had a lot of power back then. He was a man of many talents. He was not just an actor. He was an artist, author, composer, and director. He had a lot of influence in who they hired for the part." "So, what did she do when Lionel Barrymore practically attacked her?" "Oh, she was a real trooper that one. She just threw her arms around his neck, returned his kiss, and played along with the whole thing. They were practically making out on stage French kissing with him reaching his hand down and around her feeling her plump little ass. Maybe she figured it was part of the audition. Certainly, anyone who was getting this role had to connect first with Barrymore. Talk about couch casting, he was the epitome of that." "Was she asked to get naked, too, or was she hired on the spot after Barrymore made his claim for her by kissing her." "Frank Capra, the director, didn't like being overshadowed by anyone, especially by Barrymore. This was his movie, after all, and he had to show that he was still in control of it. He took control of his stage back from Barrymore when he told him and not asked him to take his seat. Then, they continued the interview process with her, as they did with the other women who had auditioned before her. Donna was the last to audition." "So, tell me, Dad, what happened next?" "Well, they asked her some questions and made some small talk with her asking what she appeared in before. They told her what part she'd play in the movie and asked her why she thought she was right for the part." "It must have been a shock for her when Lionel Barrymore pulled out his cock." "No, she knew it was coming. The other women talked backstage about what happened, no doubt. Besides, Director Capra told her that she'd have to give Lionel Barrymore oral sex in the movie and he asked her if she was okay with that." "So, what did she say?" "She said she had given blowjobs before and actually enjoyed taking a man in her mouth and pleasuring him in that way. Well, her answer got a rise out of all the men and all the women, too. No doubt, the other women either thought she was a slut or wished they were more like her." Suddenly, I had an erection visualizing Donna Reed kneeling on the stage while Lionel Barrymore unzipped himself and pulled out his cock. I imagined him looking down at her and her staring at his stiff prick before looking up at him and before reaching out with her sweet, little hand to stroke him even harder. Then, I imagined her leaning forward and taking his prick in her mouth while he reached around her and put a hand to the back of her head. "Did she blow him, Dad? Did Donna Reed blow Lionel Barrymore?" "Well, at that point, it was obvious to all that she was the one. She had gotten the part, as far as Lionel Barrymore was concerned and fortunately for all concerned, Frank Capra liked her, too. What happened next was just frosting on the cake." "What do you mean? What happened next?" "Well, Donna, the hot vixen that she was back then took control of the situation. When she stripped, instead of just removing her clothes and standing there with her clothes piled around her, she did a slow strip tease. She carefully folded every piece of her clothing and gently piled them on the floor. It was erotic watching the movement of her tits while she folded her clothes and occasionally getting a glimpse between her legs when she squatted and/or bent over to place her clothes down in a pile." "I wish I had been there. I wish I had seen that." "There wasn't a sound on that stage." My Dad shook his head and smiled. "Everyone was mesmerized by her semi-naked and then naked form. She was in complete control." He pointed a crooked finger, "It didn't matter if they were a man or a woman; everyone stared at her watching her remove her clothes. Even though there was no music playing, you could imagine her stripping to music." "I can't imagine Donna Reed naked," I said to my Dad. "I can't imagine Donna Reed doing a strip tease show. Oh, my God, she was so hot when she played in From Here To Eternity, but this was an image of her that I had never imagined." "Well, I can imagine the image because, after that first time, I saw her naked plenty of times during the rehearsals and take scenes. She had a cute little body with nice full B cup tits. She had a flat stomach and a round ass with long shapely legs. The fact that she had a pretty face and could actually act was a real bonus. So many of the women, the starlets back then, were just a pretty face and/or had a hot body. They couldn't act for shit, but she could. She was such a good actress that she'd make you forget she was naked...that is, for a few seconds," he said with a laugh. "Tell me about the blowjob Dad. What did she do when Lionel Barrymore pulled out his cock? That's the part I want to hear." "Well, I'll tell you. That was the good part. Capra asked her to kneel down and angle her body to the side, so that he could see behind Barrymore's fat, old ass and watch the action. That's when Barrymore got up and was ready to do his usual thing, stand in front of the kneeling woman, unzip his pants, reach inside, and pull out his prick. Only, this time, she beat him to the punch and stopped him mid stream." "Let me do that for you," she said. My Dad smiled at me. "I told you she was a wild one. For her to be that young and that bold, well, she was a woman who not only knew what she wanted but also got it." "No way, Dad. Are you serious? Donna Reed unzipped Barrymore's pants and pulled out his cock. I don't believe it. I always thought of her in the way that I thought of Doris Day, sweet and innocent." "Yeah, she did. She reached out and pulled down his zipper. Then, she reached her little hand inside and pulled out his prick. Once his prick was exposed, she stared at it and I'll never forget what she said. "What? Tell me. What did she say, Dad?" "You have a big cock, Mr. Barrymore. You have the biggest prick I've ever seen," she said staring at it before making eye contact with him. "I can't wait to take that in my mouth, roll my tongue around it, and suck it while stroking it until you shoot your warm and creamy, gooey load in my mouth and down my throat." My Dad looked at me. "Women didn't talk like that back then. And to hear someone who looked as good as she did say that to Barrymore was, well, just what they wanted for the movie," he said with a chuckle. "What did Barrymore say?" "Barrymore was at a loss for words, not an easy thing to do with that old, blowhard. He was always talking and blabbing about this was wrong and this needs to be corrected. You'd think he was directing the movie instead of Frank Capra." "I don't believe it. All this time, I always thought Donna Reed was so good and so wholesome like Gidget." "Oh, don't get me started about Sandra Dee. She was a big slut, too." "Really," I said. My image of cute, innocent Gidget was shattered. "What Donna Reed did next blew everyone's mind." "Dad! Dad!" Suddenly, my Dad looked dead. I reached for the paddles hoping to revive him for one last time so that he could tell me about what Donna Reed did next. In the next chapter Donna Reed gives Lionel Barrymore the best blowjob of his life. Thank you for reading my story. I sincerely hope you enjoyed it. Please take a moment to vote, make a public comment, and/or give me feedback. Your support is why I write. Your feedback will motivate me to write a better story the next time. If you haven't already, please take moment to add me and/or this story or any other of my stories to your list of favorites. Thanks, Freddie, Bostonfictionwriter. To be continued...