Samuel Pepys, 1668
From His Diary - a Dialogue Between Katy and Fanny
Katy: I tell you what, since Mr Roger has fucked
me, and I know what is what, I find all my mother's stories to be bugbears
and good for nothing but to frighten children For my part, I believe we
were created for fucking, and when we begin to fuck we begin to live, and
all people's actions and words ought to tend thereto. What strangely hypocritical
ignorants are they who would hinder it in us young people because they
cannot do it themselves? Heretofore, what was I good for but to hold down
my head and saw? Now nothing comes amiss to me. I can hold an argument
on any subject, and that which makes me laugh is this; if my mother chide,
I answer her smartly, so that she says I am very much mended, and she begins
to have great hopes of me.
Fanny: And all this while she is in darkness as
to your concerns.
Katy: Sure enough, and so shall she continue as
I have ordered matters.
Fanny: Well, and how goes the world with you now?
Katy: Very well, only Mr Roger comes not so often
to see me as I could wish.
Fanny: Why, you are well acquainted with him then?
Katy: Sure enough, for we understand each other
perfectly.
Fanny: But did not what he did unto you at first
seem a little strange?
Katy: I'll tell the truth. You remember you told
me much of the pleasure and tickling of fucking? I am now able to add a
great deal more of my own experience, and can discourse as well of it as
any one.
Fanny: Tell me then. I believe you have had brave
sport, I am confident Mr Roger must be a good fuckster.
Katy: The first time he fucked me I was on the
bed, in the same posture you left me, making as if I had been at work.
When he came into the chamber, he saluted me and asked me how I did. I
made him a civil answer and desired him to sit down, which he did close
by me, staring me flill in the face, and all quivering and shaking asked
me if my mother was at home, and told me he met you at the bottom of the
stairs and that you had spoken to him about me, desiring to know if it
were with my consent. I returned no answer, but smiled; he grew bolder
and immediately kissed me, which I permitted without struggling, tho' it
made me blush as red as fire for the resolution I had taken to let him
do what he would unto me. He took notice of it and said, 'What do you blush
for, child? Come, kiss me again.' In doing of which he was longer than
usual and thrust his tongue into my mouth. Tis a folly to lie, that way
of kissing pleased me, that if I had not before received your instructions
I should have granted him whatever he demanded.
Fanny: Very well.
Katy: I received his tongue under mine, which
he wriggled about, then he stroked my neck, sliding his hand under my handkerchief
he handled my breasts, thrusting his hands as low as he could.
Fanny: A very fair beginning.
Katy: The end will be as good. Seeing he could
not reach low enough, he pulled out his hands again and whilst he was kissing
and embracing me, by little and little he pulled up my coats till he felt
my bare thighs.
Fanny: We call this getting of ground.
Katy: Look here, I believe very few wenches have
handsomer thighs than I, for they are white, smooth and plump.
Fanny: I know it, for I have often seen and handled
them before now, when we lay together.
Katy: Feeling them, he was overjoyed, protesting
he never felt the like. In doing this his hat, which he had laid on his
knees, fell off, and I casting my eyes downwards perceived something swelling
in his breeches, as if it had a mind to get out.
Fanny: Say you so, madam?
Katy: That immediately put me in mind of that
stiff thing, which you say men piss with and which pleaseth us women so
much. I am sure when he first came into the chamber it was not so big.
Fanny: No, his did not stand then.
Katy: When I saw it I began to think there was
something to be done in good earnest, so I got up and shut the door. Having
made all sure, I returned and he, taking me about the neck and kissing
me, would not let me sit as before on the bed but pulled me between his
legs and, thrusting his hand into the slit of my coat behind, handled my
buttocks, which he found plump, round and hard. With his other hand he
takes my right hand and, looking me in the face, put it into his breeches.
Fanny: You are very tedious in telling your story.
Katy: I tell you every particular. He put his
prick into my hand and desired me to hold it.
Fanny: This relation makes me mad for fucking.
Katy: This done, says he, 'I would have you see
what you have in your hand,' and so made me take it out of his breeches.
I wondered to see such a damned great tarse, for it is quite another thing
when it stands. He perceiving me a little amazed said, 'Do not be frightened,
girl, for you have about you a very convenient place to receive it,' and
upon a sudden pulls up my smock.
Fanny: This is what I expected all this while.
Katy: Then he thrust me backwards, put down his
breeches, put by his shirt and draws me nearer to him.
Fanny: Now begins the game.
Katy: I soon perceived he had a mind to stick
it in. I desired him to hold a little for it pained me. Having breathed,
he made me open my legs wider and, with another hard thrust, went a little
farther in. He told me that he would not hurt me much more and I should
have nothing but pleasure for the pain I should endure, and that he endured
a share of the pain for my sake, which made me patiently suffer two or
three thrusts more. Endeavouring still to get more ground, he takes and
throws me backwards on the bed, but being too heavy he took my two thighs
and put them on his shoulders, he standing on his feet by the bedside.
This way did give me some ease, yet I desired him to get off, which he
did.
Fanny: What a deal of pleasure did you enjoy!
For my part, had I such a prick, I should not complain.
Katy: Stay a little, I do not complain for all
this. Presently he came and kissed me and handled my cunt afresh. Being
still troubled with a standing prick and not knowing what to do with himself,
he walked up and down the chamber till I was fit for another bout.
Fanny: Poor fellow, I pity him; he suffered a
great deal.
Katy: Mournflilly pulling out his prick before
me, he takes down a little pot of pomatum which stood on the mantle tree
of the chimney. 'Oh,' says he, 'this is for our turn,' and taking some
of it he rubbed his prick all over with it to make it go in the more glib.
Fanny: He had better have spit upon his hand and
rubbed his prick therewith.
Katy: At last he thought of that and did nothing
else. Then he placed me on a chair and by the help of the pomatum got in
a little further, but seeing he could do no great good that way, he made
me rise and laid me with all four on the bed, and having once more rubbed
his tarse with pomatum he charged me briskly in the rear.
Fanny: What a bustle here to get one poor maidenhead!
My friend and I made not half this stir. We had soon done and never flinched
for it.
Katy: I tell you the truth verbatim. My coats
being over my shoulders, holding out my arse I gave him a fair mark enough.
This new posture so quickened his fancy that, no longer regarding my crying
out, he kept thrusting on with might and main, till at last he perfected
the break and took entire possession of all.
Fanny: Very well, I am glad you escaped a thousand
little incidents which attend young lovers, but let us come to the sequel.
Katy: It now began not to
be so painflil. My cunt fitted his prick so well that no glove could come
straighter on a man's hand. To conclude, he was sovereign at his victory,
called me his love, his dear and his soul.
Fanny: Very good.
Katy: He asked me if I were pleased. I answered,
'Yes'. 'So am I,' said he, hugging me close to him, his hands under my
buttocks.
Fanny: This was to encourage and excite him.
Katy: The more he pushed, the more it tickled
me, that at last my hands on which I leaned failed me and I fell flat on
my face.
Fanny: I suppose you caught no harm by the fall?
Katy: None, but he and I dying with pleasure fell
in a trance, he only having time to say, 'There, have you lost your maidenhead,
my fool.'