Penetration 205

"So, one of my favorite literary devices is the synechdoche," Professor Darla taught her attentive pupil. "Are you familiar with the term?"

Todd shook his head no.

"It's when the writer uses a prominent part of something to refer to the whole," she lectured. "Like when soldiers are referred to as boots on the ground or a car is called a set of wheels."

"Oh! That makes sense!" He said.

"Such a quick study!" She praised. "So, for instance, if you came to my lecture hall and I wasn't there yet, how could you use a synechdoche to ask another student about it!"

"Huh...I guess I could say 'Are the tits late this morning?' or something like that," he said.

"Perfect!" She said. "By calling me by my most prominent feature, you evoke me without naming me! Every one of my students will know whom you're referring to when you cal someone 'the tits' in my classroom!"

"You are the tits," he acknowledged.

"I am the tits!" She confirmed.

"And if I wantedc to find a woman to fuck, I might say I was looking for pussy," he said pointedly and Professor Darla felt a wave of dizziness and heat.

"Yes," she nodded and swallowed, her heart racing. "Yes, and when you found a woman with a pussy, like this one, for instance, you might call the owner of this pussy a pussy. Or you could call me a cunt. Because I'm a cunt!"

"Yes, Professor Darla," he agreed. "You're a cunt."

The world swirled around her as paradigms shifted. She stroked the cunt that was her.

"I'm a cunt!" She declared with more conviction.

"Yes, you are a cunt," he said. "And what are cunts for?"

She knew this one! She didn't know much, but this she knew!

"Cunts are for fucking!" She exclaimed. "I'm a cunt, cunts are for fucking,, I'm for fucking! Fuckn this cunt!"

"Your logic is impeccable, Professor," he smiled.

"I'm not a professor," she corrected. "I'm a cunt! I'm for fucking!"

"My mistake," he apologized. "I suppose I should fuck you now."

"Yes! I'm a cunt! Fuck me!" She said.

Nothing else made sense but that did. The young man grabbed her roughly, arranged her the way he wanted her and thrust himself inside her, fulfilling her purpose and driving out the confused voice in her head denying the obvious truth that she was a cunt.

The voice clearly didn't know what it was talking about. After all, here she was being fucked. How could she not be a cunt?

"What are you?" Todd asked her.

"I'm a cunt!" She said decisively and the voice faded, letting her focus on being thoroughly fucked.