Relevant: An excerpt from “The Miller’s Tale” in Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales (written late 14th century).
“Alas,” said Absalon, “and welladay,
That my true love is ever so beset!
At least then kiss me, if that’s all I get,
For Jesus’ love and for the love of me.”
“Will you then go,” she said, “and let me be?”
“Yes, darling, surely,” he was quick to say.
“Get ready, then,” she said, “I’m on my way.”
To Nicholas she whispered, “Shh, be still;
Of laughter you’re about to get your fill.”
Now Absalon got down upon his knees
And said, “I am a lord by all degrees,
For after this I hope there’s more to follow.
Come, grace me, darling, my sweet little swallow!”
She opened up the window then with haste.
“Come on,” she said, “be quick, no time to waste,
We don’t want neighbors seeing you’ve come by.”
Absalon wiped his mouth till it was dry.
The night was dark as pitch, as black as coal,
And from the window she stuck out her hole;
And Absalon, not knowing north from south,
Then kissed her naked ass with eager mouth
Before he was aware of all of this.
Then back he started, something seemed amiss:
A woman has no beard, he knew as much,
Yet this was rough and hairy to the touch.
“O fie!” he said. “Alas! what did I do?”
“Tee hee,” said she, and clapt the window to. (lines 3714 – 3740)