Naughtier Than Catullus . . .

Archilochus

His prick . . . swelled like that of a Prienian grain-fed breeding ass. (43)

She will be penetrated (?) . . . Between the thighs . . . (56, 66)

Fucking a woman . . . (152)

I took the maiden and laid her down in the blooming flowers. With a soft cloak I covered her, holding her neck with my arm . . . as she ceased(?) just like a fawn . . . and with my hands I gently took hold of her breasts (where?) she revealed her young flesh, the approach (bewitchment?) of her prime, and caressing all her lovely body I let go my (white?) force, touching her blond (hair). (196a)

The fish trap does the catching while one sleeps. [Note: A Proverb. For after letting down the fish traps they sleep. As a parody of this Cratinus in Archilochi composed “his anus does the catching while he sleeps.”] (307)

It is only the sword that Capys loves. After all, he considers everything else trifling except for an upright cock plunging into the recesses of his buttocks. And he looks fondly on a lover only as long as he finds pleasure in being stabbed by him. But whenever the pleasure ceases, he discards his former friend and finds better-hung mounters. And so, Zeus, may the treacherous and loveless race of pathics be destroyed, utterly destroyed. (327)

Hipponax

He spat three times and . . . jerked off . . . (78)

May someone pluck his anus (and soften it up?) (114a)

He also tore to pieces another woman, calling her a ‘cock-shaker.’ (135b)

The Greek Anthology - Book V: Erotic Epigrams (I didn’t write down where these were found, but let me know if you want the exact source and I’ll look them up for you - )

Fucking is sweet—who denies it? (29)

I judged the bottoms of three women; for they themselves chose me and displayed to me the naked splendour of their limbs. Rounded dimples marked the first, her buttocks glowing with white softness; the second’s snowy flesh blushed where her legs parted, redder than a crimson rose; the third was like calm sea furrowed by a silent wave, her delicate flesh juggling involuntarily. If the judge of the goddesses had seen them, he would have refused to look again at the previous ones. (35)

Rhodope, Melite, and Rhodoclea competed to see which of the three had the best pussy, and chose me as a judge. Like the much-admired goddesses they stood, naked, dripping with nectar. The treasure between Rhodope’s thighs gleamed like a rose bush cleft by a gentle zephyr; Rhodocolea's was like glass, its wet surface like a temple statue newly carved. But clearly, since I knew what happened to Paris because of his judgement, I straightaway awarded the crown to all three immortals. (36)

I, Lyde, service three men at once (one above the belly, one below, and one behind): I grant admittance to one man who likes boys, one crazy for women, and one who likes it rough. If you’re in a hurry, don’t hold back, even if you came with two others. (49)

I took Doris, with her rosy buttocks, on my bed and spread her legs, and amid her dewy flowers I felt immortal. She bestrode my groin with her magnificent legs and finished Aphrodite’s long course without swerving, gaming at me with languorous eyes. Her crimson parts quivered like leaves in the wind while she bounced astride me, until the white strength spilled out of us both and Doris lay splayed out with limbs all slack. (55)

The dancer from Asia who executes lascivious postures quivering from her tender fingertips, I praise, not because she expresses every emotion, not because she expresses every emotion, not because she moves her tender hands tenderly this way and that, but because she can dance around a worn-down knob and is not put off by the wrinkles of age. She licks, she tickles, she grasps, and if she throws her leg over, she brings the staff back from the dead. (129)

Diogenes fled all these paths and sang the marriage hymn to his palm, for he had no need of a Laïs. (302)