I Love being the Farmer's Daughter

I've lived on the farm for many years,
and so many men have come through.
At times I feel them leer,
but instead of being disgusted,
I want their bodies near.

Gary sat down with my Daddy and I,
and at the dinner table,
I could feel the gaze from his eyes.
Daddy talked about this and that,
but Gary new I was wet and able.

Three hours later we were upstairs,
undressing and talking dirty.
I told him I was just a little slut.
I wasn't worthy.
He said he knew, and gave me a good fuck.

Jim had been lost,
and came to our home,
and I gave him kisses at no extra cost.
He touched my breasts,
I smiled and told him no -
- for now he'd have to leave it alone.

Later he snuck up to my bed,
where once again the farmer's daughter,
was once again giving head.
I was the best cock-sucker - that's what he said.
So I sucked his meat real nice,
and of course sex is where it lead.

There were a few who were forgettable -
- Ronald, Harry, Jack, and Lee.
Ages 25, 37, 50, and 53.
And even for them, I spread myself quite easily.

With John there was no foreplay,
he put his cock right in me.
I thought of nasty things to say,
and he pounded me hard,
sweating and moaning till the break of day.

Maybe I'm a slut,
but I don't mind it at all.
I just can't wait for the next man,
to be walking down the hall.