Wikipedia is not censored. I actually got caught inadvertantly in some crossfire between someone who was supposedly uploading graphic images to porn-related articles and someone who wanted them removed at all cost. It, er, spilled over into an article I monitor.
Whatever you say, Father Hill.
There is a video clip on “Ejaculation” - and also quite a raging controversy on the “Discussion” tab showing that by no means all opinion is aligned with Otto’s on this subject even among those free-thinking Wiki’ers.
I haven’t looked up “Defecation” to see if there is a clip of someone pinching off a length there, and I think I will manage not to.
Dude, where are you getting this idea that I’m anti-porn. I am PRO porn. I am pro-porn on wikipedia. I am not complaining. I am just identifying a pornographic image for what it is, not making a judgement about it.
I remember reading in Chuck Yeager’s autobiography the men referred the to the Luftwaffe’s jet fighters as Blow Jobs, so the term was popular in 1944.
That reminds me of my family traveling through Nevada when I was a young boy, and me begging Dad to stop the car so we could buy some of that “Nevada Honey” I kept seeing on signs next to little trailers near the highway. 
With all due respect I don’t necessarily think the comedy angle was all that different or relevatory. Historically old(er) porn has always been playful and full of comedy.
Not to put too fine a point on it, but I think the basic act of deep throating a well endowed man’s penis was a very charged erotic scene in and of itself, and a physical act not all many women could accomplish. I think that more than anything else is what gave it a gee whiz level of exceptional interest.
The point is not that Deep Throat was the first to be comic, but that it was the first one at the right time. Behind the Green Door came out earlier in 1972 than Deep Throat but didn’t get the public acclaim because - from descriptions: I haven’t seen it - it was an intense and not female friendly sex film. And had interracial sex, which would have been a dealbreaker in 1972. Later, after the success of Deep Throat, it made a lot of money in the adult circuit but never broke through even to the lesser extent that The Devil in Miss Jones did in the mainstream.
Deepthroating was the ultimate novelty attention-getter, but, again IMO, that wouldn’t have been enough by itself. A movie had to have all the right elements to be the first to break out, not just one or two.
Don’t look up “smegma” on Wikipedia. Just a word of advice.
Speak for yourself there, pal. 
Yeah, that actually surprised me when I bought an old compilation tape hosted by Al Goldstein. There was a scene of a VERY young Ron Jeremy trying to cook a meal for his vegetarian girlfriend. She doesn’t like any of it, so finally he asks “Just what are you hungry for?!” She responds “I’m hungry for cock!” and proceeds to fellate him, almost against his will. Then his mom calls, and it just gets better from there.
It was as funny as anything I’ve ever seen in a mainstream film, which really surprised me. Modern porn “films” are either clinical sudies in gynecological detail or more badly acted than a high school play. When you watch those old pornos you get the sense the performers actually cared, at least a little bit, about acting.
How could it be porn? It’s not scintillating or sexually exciting in the least. In fact, it’s a pretty boring picture, once you get over “OMG THERE’S A PENIS ON TEH INTERWEB”. Thankfully, most contributors to Wikipedia seem not to flip out (or start panting) every time they see half a cock or a breast, or it would have rapidly devolved into yet another pissing-contest MB for 12-year-olds.
The Big Combo (1955) is pretty well known for it’s allusions to male on female oral sex
Experienced old fart checking in with first-person anecdotal evidence here.
I was 19 when this came out. As a straight woman, I actually did get Playboy “for the articles”, as well as seeking info on the other side of the sexual revolution (while being a little conflicted as a liberated wommin). I wanted to see it, as a horny little thrill seeker. My boyfriend and I drove 130 miles to see it in a skanky little theater in Pittsburgh. We thought it was funny as hell, both of us having never seen porn before. After we got home that night, said boyfriend was delighted that I was eager to recreate that particular trick. After a few tries, it turns out it wasn’t all that difficult. Boyfriend thought it was the best movie he ever saw in his life. I hope he still has fond memories of that night.
I’ve been watching some pre-code movies on TCM – some of them are pretty racy. Anyway, a couple of days ago I watched Baby Face with Barbara Stanwyck, which was made in 1933. It’s about a trashy girl who sleeps her way to the top – very interesting movie. Anyway, one evening in the office, her boss is putting the moves on her and she invites him into the lady’s restroom after everyone else has gone home. While they are in there, the company second-in-command comes in looking for him. The second-in-command walks in to the restroom, and has a shocked reaction to whatever he sees (offscreen). S-I-C turns and leaves the restroom, and Stanwyck’s boss, fully dressed, follows him out. S-I-C fires him; then goes right back into the restroom, where he finds Stanwyck, also fully dressed, applying lipstick. She gives him a very knowing, sexy look in the mirror, then turns around crying, “He made me do it! He’s my boss, I’ve never done anything like that before!”
This implied oral sex to me, pretty obviously. Especially since the second-in-command was soon neglecting his sweet fiance for Sexy Babs.
Back then, New York City was the center of the porn business and the pool of talent was drawn from aspiring stage actors. Jeremy was a special ed teacher and getting occasional off-Broadway work when his girlfriend at the time sent a nude picture of him to Playgirl’s “Boy Next Door” feature. The porn producers called him.
Sadly most modern porn starlets are in it because they’ll make more money feature dancing at strip clubs with a few porn titles on their resume. Even the biggest budget porn films can’t get decent female acting talent anymore. The film “Pirates” had decent effects and game male male actors, but the female leads couldn’t even be bothered to learn their lines, reading everything off the teleprompter.
It’s not that it’s a penis but that it’s a mouth on a penis. It’s a graphic depiction or oral sex. How is that not a pornographic image?
Never mind, I’m not interested in an argument over the definition of 'porn" because there really isn’t a good one. Let me rephrase my previous statement, I didn’t know that wikipedia allowed people to post images of mouths on cocks. Better?
And I wasn’t “flipping out.” I wasn’t upset or complaining. I was surprised – actually, I was pleasantly surprised, m’kay. I am FOR pornographic images on wiki.
Hence “start panting”, although as a rather staunch free-speech zealot I appreciate your enthusiasm.
Anyway, I accept your new clarification, but I would ask if you really consider flaccid-cock kissing “oral sex”. Is it considered “oral sex” if you kiss her clit? What if you kiss her inner thigh a couple of times?
Clit, yes, thigh, not really but close.
To me it isn’t “oral sex”. It isn’t an erect penis, and it isn’t in her mouth. Her tongue isn’t even on it. Hell it’s mostly a picture of a woman’s face next to a guy’s penis. I suppose a naked man and woman standing next to each other is “intercourse” to you? It actually kind of looks like she’s asleep on his lap or something. I wouldn’t even have known she was kissing it if it hadn’t been stated (she might just have pouty lips). You can’t even tell if she’s touching it. If that qualifies as oral sex to you, I’m very, very sorry about the quality of your past lovers.
I think you have to consider the context ca. 1950-1975. No Internet. No VCRs at home. Sure, there were stag films, but not so easy to obtain. You couldn’t go to the corner video store to get one. Obtaining them was not respectable even if it was your minister who did it. It was in a plain brown wrapper or under the counter.
And to play a movie you needed a projector. Very few people had 16mm projectors and they weren’t easy to rent or use for the average joe. So you went to the expense and trouble and slightly risque behavior only for bachelor parties.
So films with words like “fuck” were not common. The only openly-sexual films shown in theaters were Art Films like I am Curious Yellow, which forced you to sit thru long swedish political shit so you could pretend to be interested and get to the good stuff. And the good stuff was pretty tame to get past what censorship did exist at the time.
Then society, aided by SCOTUS, began to liberalize. Pussycat theaters were everywhere in Los Angeles; garishly lighted, unashamed, and beckoning. You took a girlfriend there and it became a little less sleazy than before to talk about and see sex even if the guy in the next row was breathing too heavily (I watched Deep Throat with a GF in a SRO theater).
Give the trend a few years, VCRs becoming common, and the Pussycat theaters went out of business. Not because nobody cared about sex anymore, but all could readily obtain tapes and watch them privately, something they probably wanted to do in the first place. Now they could. The Internet made it even easier – you didn’t have to worry that your minister would see you ducking into the X-section of the local video store, and he didn’t have to worry that you would see him, either.
Was oral sex not around in the 1950’s? Sure it was, but not as accepted, not as common, not talked about as much, not in the open. Did prudes exist? Sure, but they they had the upper hand and could control much of what we saw. Now, we can ignore them and wank, suck or fuck to our heart’s content in the privacy of our homes.
To go to another extreme, I have a small collection of sex and sex-related books from the last 100 years. One marriage manual from ca. 1910 mentions “the genital kiss” as being OK between husband and wife (only!), but has absolutely no information as to how it might be done, leaving it entirely up to the reader’s imagination. Yet this book proudly proclaimed, in the introduction, that it was shockingly liberal and should not be censored just because it talked about forbidden topics (like sex between husband and wife). I have no doubt that the authors (an M.D. husband & wife, of course) were really worried that they might suffer from Comstockery, rampant at the time.