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 ï>¿Delilah's Magical Hair by lovestolookÂ(C) After turning 18, Delilah was
looking forward to going away to college.  She had excelled in honors
classes all through high school, but she had a pretty miserable social
life, probably because she simply wasn't that attractive.  While she was
tall and thin, and even though she hit puberty when she was 12, she had
absolutely no breasts or butt to speak of.  And to make matters worse, her
mom insisted that she keep her dark black hair cut very short, essentially
a crew cut.  As a result, at first glance she looked like a boy, a boy with
some pretty bad acne and glasses for nearsightedness at that.  About the
only thing that seemed feminine was her face, which, underneath the acne,
was actually quite beautiful.  She had a great smile, high cheekbones, and
beautiful green eyes.  But usually these details got lost in the acne,
short hair, and boy's body.

   She had lost her virginity to Hector from her chemistry class, but the
encounter was not pleasurable for her, and probably not for him either. 
She hadn't been involved with boys since.  She was really looking forward
to college, where she could leave the high school social scene behind and
meet people who were interested in ideas more than sex.  And she was very
excited because she would be able to grow her hair longer without her mom
cutting it in the kitchen each week.

   As her mom Samantha finished helping her unpack her belongings into her
dorm room at Arizona State, she offered Delilah some advice.  "I hope you
do your best to make some friends here, but always remember to keep focused
on your studies.  And while I know it is your own decision now as an adult,
I really hope you keep your hair short.  Letting it grow will introduce all
sorts of complications into your life.  Believe me, I know."

   Delilah had had this conversation with her mom many times before, but
she couldn't resist having it one last time.  "Mom, you have hair that goes
midway down your back and you seem to be doing just fine.  I don't
understand why you think I need to keep my hair short." And indeed,
Samantha's hair was long, black, and beautiful.  Samantha herself was
stunningly beautiful, with great big breasts that jutted out from
underneath her shirt, a thin waist, and an ass that filled her jeans before
leading to her long long legs.  At first glance, people wouldn't believe
that she was the Delilah's biological mother, until they saw the
resemblance in their faces.

   "Ok, don't say I didn't warn you.  Remember that I love you." And she
left.

   Over the next several weeks, Delilah settled in with her classes, found
her way around campus, got along okay with her roommate, a beautiful blonde
with whom she didn't have much in common, ate lots of food at the campus
cafeterias, and, most importantly to her, she started to grow her hair out.
She noticed that she was putting on some weight, developing small breasts.
She chalked it up to all the food she was eating, way more than she ate at
home.

   By the end of October Delilah's hair had grown out to almost reach her
shoulders.  And somehow her breasts had filled out to somewhere between a B
and C cup, her ass had plumped up quite a bit, and most of her acne had
cleared up as well.  Because she had never worn a bra, she really saw no
reason to start now, as her breasts were very firm.  The clothes that had
formerly fit her thin frame a bit loosely were now stretched, as her butt
filled out her jeans and her tits pushed against her thin t-shirts.

   One warm day as she walked to class, she realized that her attitude
about her body had changed.  Instead of walking with her head down and her
books held in front of her across her body to hide her lack of breasts, she
found herself walking with her head up, her chest thrust out, and her
backpack on her back.  She was wearing an old dark blue t-shirt that now
clung to her body because of her new breasts, and jeans that hugged her
ass.

   As she walked past two boys, they turned to watch her walk by.  She
couldn't believe it, nobody had ever noticed her body before.  As she
thought about them looking at her, she started to get aroused.  Her pussy
got wet and her nipples hardened.  Because she wasn't wearing a bra, her
nipples poked right through her shirt.

   As she continued to walk, several more boys turned to look at her hot
body moving past them, her breasts swaying a bit from side to side and her
nipples scraping against the thin cotton of her shirt.  And as she noticed
this she continued to get more turned on.  When she passed the next boy,
she made a point of looking right at him.  He stared back, and as she got
closer his eyes slowly moved up and down her body.  Five seconds after she
walked past him, she turned around quickly and saw that he was still
watching her.  She had never experienced anything like this and discovered
that while it made her a bit uncomfortable, she enjoyed it immensely.

   Over the next few weeks Delilah became a bit addicted to walking across
the campus.  Each day she would put on a pair of jeans and a tight shirt
and walk across the green.  She liked it best when the weather was warm
enough that she didn't need any kind of jacket, but even when she did, she
left it unzipped and open.  Men, and a few women, would always check her
out as she walked.

   She made a point of looking each person directly in the eye, returning
their stares as their eyes traveled over her hot little body.  If someone
was blatantly staring, she made a point of putting an extra sway into her
walk, slowing down as she approached.  Her tits pushed out against her
shirt, and invariably her nipples stuck out a good quarter inch as the
staring got her worked up.  She arrived in class each day (or at the
cafeteria, or the movie theater, or the campus mailboxes) flushed with
excitement.  The thrill of her studies was replaced by the thrill of
knowing that people were attracted to her.

   Winter break came and Delilah went home for Christmas.  By now her hair
was a bit past her shoulders, her acne had disappeared, and her breasts had
grown to a solid C cup.  She lived in Minnesota, though, where it was much
colder than in Arizona, so she wore more than the light t-shirts she had
been wearing and her body was largely hidden beneath several layers.

   When her mom saw her, she immediately noticed that Delilah's hair had
grown out.  "I know it seems great," she said, "but I really hope you don't
grow it much longer." Delilah liked how her hair was growing in though, so
she simply pretended she didn't hear her mom.  At home she found that she
really missed the experience of guys checking her out.  After a few days in
the cold, she also started getting headaches.  She couldn't figure out why.

   When Delilah got back to ASU to start the next semester, she was
discouraged by the weather.  While it wasn't nearly as cold as in
Minnesota, it was still too cold and rainy to walk across campus in just
her t-shirts.  She continued to grow her hair out but she continued to get
headaches.  On one particularly cold day, she overslept and quickly threw
on a tight t-shirt, a sweatshirt, and a jacket and ran to class.

   The classroom was very hot, and she quickly realized she didn't need her
jacket and sweatshirt.  As she sat in the front row she peeled off her two
layers.  To take her sweatshirt off she raised her arms over her head, and
when she pulled up, the shirt caught under her breasts until she pulled it
free, making her breasts bounce as the shirt went over her head.  Her tits
immediately pushed against her green t-shirt.  She got ready to take notes
again when she looked up at the professor, a good-looking, absolutely
brilliant lecturer.  As she looked up, she noticed that the professor was
looking right at her.  At first she thought something was wrong.

   "Oh my god, he's looking at my tits."

   He quickly looked away, but during the rest of the class he would steal
glances at her.  As he looked, she got more and more turned on.  Her
headache disappeared, her nipples crinkled up into tight hard balls, and
she found herself sticking her breasts out, hoping that he would stare.  It
was the most exciting class she had ever attended.  For the last fifteen
minutes of class, the professor, who usually strode all around the lecture
hall, planted himself behind his podium.  He did his best not to look at
her, but he couldn't help returning his glance to her again and again,
especially as her nipples were totally sticking out.

   "My professor is into me.  I can't believe it."

   When class ended Delilah made a point of standing up and turning in
profile to her professor as she put her books away.  Her headache was gone
for the rest of the day.

   The next day, Delilah wore a button down shirt underneath her jacket. 
This shirt was a little tight on her a year ago, and now that her breasts
had grown considerably, the upper buttons were pushed out quite a bit.  As
she walked to class she eagerly thought about teasing her professor.  She
arrived in class about a minute before it was supposed to begin, glad to
see that he was already at the front of the room.

   She walked up to the front row again, put her books down and slowly
unbuttoned her jacket.  She made sure not to make eye contact with her
professor, turning slightly sideways as she took her jacket off.  She bent
over a bit to place her jacket on the seat next to her, then turned to the
front of the class, arching her back so her tits pushed hard against the
front of her shirt, and sat down.  Her shirt pushed her breasts together so
that they seemed even bigger than they were.  Out of the corner of her eye
she saw that once again her professor was covertly looking at her.

   Once she sat down, she undid the top button on her shirt.  The
professor's next glance, more like a stare, started to make her nipples
hard and pussy wet.  For the rest of the class, Delilah sat straight up
with her back arched, her breasts straining against her shirt, her nipples
sticking out.  As her professor started the lecture he didn't look at her,
but after about five minutes his eyes wandered over.  She pretended to be
looking down taking notes so that he would continue to stare.  As he
looked, she undid another button on her shirt, resulting in her tits
pushing upwards and her shirt top spreading wide.  She knew this looked
hot.

   When Delilah looked up, her professor quickly looked away.  She decided
to give him a surprise when he looked again (and she knew that he would).
She undid a third button.  Now somebody looking at her could see a few
inches of gorgeous cleavage.  The rest of her shirt pushed her breasts
together and up and slimmed down in a V to her thin, thin waist.  She
couldn't wait until he looked her way again.

   And of course he did.  In mid-sentence he turned towards her, and she
stared right back at him.  She kept her head tilted downwards towards her
breasts so that her eyes looked upwards at him over her glasses.  He
actually stumbled as she looked at him, shocked at both the amount of skin
she was showing and her brazenness in drawing his eyes to her and her body.
After a moment he gathered his composure and moved behind his podium, where
he stayed for the rest of the lecture.

   "Why isn't he moving?  I know he wants to look at me.  Why is he staying
back there?"

   Then it dawned on her.

   "I made him hard.  Looking at my tits, my nipples poking through my
shirt, seeing my green eyes staring directly back at him.  I made him
hard!"

   This excited her still more, and she felt like she was on the verge of
her first ever orgasm, sitting in the front row of her college class.  As
the class came to an end, she wasn't so sure, as he hadn't looked at her
for the last five minutes.  She had to be sure.  So she went up to the
podium, leaving her jacket and books behind her.  As she stood she pulled
her shirt down even tighter against her body.

   "Can you explain your last point again professor?  I didn't quite
understand what you were saying."

   She moved over to the side of the podium and as her professor spoke she
looked down at his belt.  He was speaking, but she honestly had no idea
what he was saying.  She just wanted to see.  She took a deep breath so
that her top button strained against the buttonhole, and she looked down.
His erection was clear to see and as she stood there, it actually seemed to
pulse and grow.  He was hard, and he was big.  She looked up to say thank
you, only to see him staring straight at her tits and nipples.

   "Ok I think I understand now professor.  Thank you very much."

   He quickly brought his eyes up to hers, but he knew he had been caught.
"If you have any other questions, please feel free to come by office hours
so we can discuss things in depth.  What's your name?"

   "Delilah.  And I just may come by for that discussion." She then turned
around, swaying her hips from side to side and walking back to her seat. 
She gathered her things slowly and walked to the back of the lecture hall.
She could feel the wetness between her legs.  At the door she turned around
one last time and saw that he was watching her intently.

   to be continued. . .

   Delilah Visits Her Professor Delilah made up her mind that she would go
to her professor's office hours, so she sent him an email saying she wanted
to ask him some questions.  And mainly, after seeing how she made her
professor hard in class, she wanted to tease him again.  Her professor
wrote an email back:

   "My office hours are from 12-2 on Thursday.  If you want to be taken
seriously as a student of law, you need to dress the part.  Part of being a
successful attorney is swaying the jury and judge with your appearance.  I
expect to see you in a professional outfit such as a dress or suit."

   Reading this made Delilah excited.  She pulled out the two dresses she
had brought with her to college.  She held them both up and then tried one
of them on, a black sleeveless dress that came down to about mid thigh. 
When she started college, Delilah was as thin as a board, but as she let
her hair grow from the short crew cut her mother made her keep through high
school, her body started to fill out magnificently.  She now had hair down
to her nipples, D cup breasts, and an ass that stuck out prominently.  The
dress had been a little tight on her thin frame in high school.  She wasn't
sure if she would fit into it now, but she wanted to see.

   Luckily the material stretched, as her big breasts pushed out quite a
bit.  When she looked in the mirror she noticed several things.  First of
all, because the dress was low cut, a good 2 inches of cleavage showed. 
Secondly, because her breasts and butt pushed outwards, the dress was now
quite a bit shorter, covering her ass but revealing quite a bit of her long
long legs.  And finally, because she was excited about teasing her
professor, and because the dress material was very thin, she could clearly
see her hard nipples through the material.  As usual, she didn't wear any
bra because her big breasts didn't need any support.  Her black hair hung
loosely over her shoulders and down to her breasts.  She looked hot.  She
knew this would be perfect.  To complete the outfit, she borrowed a pair of
black two inch heels from her roommate.  When she put the heels on, they
made her arch her back, sticking her breasts out even more.  She covered up
with a jacket to walk across campus and headed to her professor's office.

   When she knocked on his office door, Delilah heard her professor say
"Come in." She entered to see him sitting at his desk in a room full of
books.  "Please close the door behind you, Delilah." She went to sit down,
but before she could, her professor told her, "And please take your jacket
off, as it is quite warm in here and I want you to be comfortable."

   Delilah looked him in the eye as she slowly undid the buttons in the
front of her jacket.  As she pulled the jacket off her arms she made a
point of standing up straight so that her breasts stood out prominently. 
Her nipples were hard, and she could feel herself getting wet between her
legs.  When her jacket was completely off, she folded it, then bent down to
place it on her chair.  With her heels on, her ass stuck out for her
professor to see.  She stood back up and said, "I hope this dress meets
with your approval."

   "Yes it does.  You don't look like a student now.  I'm glad to see that
you took my advice and dressed as I instructed.  Please turn around slowly
so I can examine your outfit."

   She turned around slowly, her full breasts pushing up and out from her
dress as she did so.  His eyes bore in on her, looking her up and down. 
"Yes, you look very professional.  May I recommend slightly bigger heels to
take advantage of your height, and, perhaps different panties that don't
show their lines under the dress?"

   "Yes sir, I will do that next time."

   "Young lady, if you wish to be a powerful lawyer, you should really do
this from now on, not just when you see me.  "

   "Yes sir I will." Calling him sir and agreeing to his requests felt very
right for her.

   She sat down and they started talking about her law class.  As they
talked she leaned in towards his desk, showing her cleavage to him.  She
eventually reached a point where she pulled her chair closer so that her
breasts were resting on his desk.  Her breasts were almost spilling out of
the top of her dress; only the clinginess of the material kept them
enclosed.  When her professor asked Delilah to look at a paper, she slowly
raked her nipples across the top of the desk, moving her head closer to
his. She kept her eyes focused on his face the entire time she did this. 
His eyes, however, were glued to her full breasts, now aching a bit because
her nipples were so hard and she was so turned on.  She stayed like this
for about thirty seconds, her eyes watching his as he stared at her body.

   She then abruptly stood up, once again arching her back.  Her very hard
nipples poked through her dress, clearly visible to him.  "Maybe I should
come around to your side so we can both read the paper simultaneously." And
before he had a chance to say no, she walked around to his right side.  As
she did so she knocked a few papers off his desk.  She turned her back to
him and bent at the waist to pick them up off the floor.  Her ass was about
two feet away from his face, and she swayed a bit from side to side to pick
up the papers.  Her dress rode up her legs as she did this, almost reaching
the bottom of her ass.  When she picked up the first paper, she stayed bent
over and simply swung her body around to place the paper on the desk.  Her
big breasts hung down, as did her long black hair.  She presented herself
to him and he couldn't help but stare.  Her round ass cheeks were clearly
outlined for him to see.

   Delilah then came around to his side of the desk.  There wasn't another
chair next to him, so she kneeled down at his side.  She raised her hands
over her head to toss her hair behind her so that her big D cup breasts and
hard nipples were fully visible to him.  Raising her hands like this made
her tits stick out even more, high and firm on her chest.  She placed her
right hand on the top of her desk, and then, pretending to lose her balance
a bit, she placed her left hand on her professor's thigh.  He shuddered a
bit when she did this.  From where he sat he could see right down her
dress, almost to her hard hard nipples.  She looked over at her hand on his
thigh and saw that his big erection was straining against his pants, only a
few inches away from her hand.  She then looked up at his face.  He was
staring at her body with unmistakable lust in his eyes, and he didn't care
that she saw him staring.  Her pussy was now so wet that she could feel her
juices slowly running down her thighs.

   "So now I can see the paper without having to read upside down
professor. Plus I like kneeling here next to you.  It is like I am learning
at the feet of a master, which you clearly are.  Can you explain this to
me?"

   As her professor talked, Delilah started to lean in even more, moving
her hand to his inner thigh, right up against his erection.  She was aware
that her mouth was only about a foot away from him, and she licked her lips
as he talked.  Suddenly her professor turned a bit in his chair so that her
hand was now directly on his hard cock.  He pretended not to notice where
her hand was and continued explaining the paper to her.  She marveled at
how hard and long he was, feeling the length of him through his slacks with
her fingers, palm, and forearm.

   "If you are going to be a successful lawyer, Delilah, it's not enough to
understand the law.  You also need to seduce the jury, to get them to do
what you want.  You need to use every available method at your disposal for
this.  One of the most effective techniques is to make steady eye contact
with your victims; make each jury member think that he or she is the only
thing in the world you are focused on.  I want you to practice steady eye
contact with me."

   As he said this he looked straight into her eyes.  She had been
marveling at his hard cock, but she forced herself to look up into his
eyes. As she looked at him, however, she continued to move her hand slowly
up and down between his legs.

   "I want your full attention.  Right now you are sideways to me, which
sends the message that you aren't really focused on persuading me, on
seducing me.  Don't give me the impression that you are interested in the
paper; instead make me believe that you are only interested in me."

   Delilah, still kneeling at her professor's feet, turned to fully face
him.  She kept her eyes turned upwards towards his face, but she brought
her right hand off of the desk and in front of her.  She thought about also
placing this hand between his legs, but instead decided to touch herself in
front of him.  She ran her hand along her hair, down her bare neck, and to
the front of her dress.  Her professor kept his hands on the arms of his
chair, but his eyes drifted lower to follow her hand.  She lightly grazed
her fingers over her stiff nipples, sending electricity through her body.
She watched him stare intently at her body, and she could feel his cock
pulsing underneath her fingers.

   "Good, this is excellent.  I feel like I have your undivided attention
now."

   She presented herself to him fully, kneeling between his spread legs as
he sat in his chair above her, her big tits absolutely aching with her
erect nipples sticking out a full half inch.  She tossed her hair back
again and continued looking into his eyes and rubbing his hard cock through
his pants.  She saw that he was mesmerized by her body, as he stared down
her dress, seeing almost all of her gorgeous tits.  She was fully on
display for him, and she loved it.  She loved that she was kneeling below
him, she loved that he was intensely staring at her, she loved that her
body turned him on so much.  Her free hand, the one not busy rubbing his
giant erection, moved from her nipples up to her mouth.  As she stared at
him she put two of her fingers in her mouth, sucking them like a popsicle.

   His eyes followed her hand as if she had magical control over him. 
Delilah then dragged her fingers lower, down her cleavage, past her
breasts, and down between her own legs.  Her panties were soaking wet.  She
reached between her legs and rubbed her fingers in her own juices.  Of
course her professor's gaze followed her hand.  As she touched herself he
started to push his hips upwards against her hand.  She leaned forward so
that her hard nipples brushed against his thighs.  Each time he moved his
body upward his cock pushed against her tits, pushing them up so that they
were about to pop out of the top of her dress.  She continued to look into
his eyes as she reached to touch her clit.  Her nipples were on fire.  When
her fingers reached her clit Delilah immediately came with a moan as a
shudder ran through her body.  As she came, so did her professor, who
moaned loudly and jerked his body into her tits.

   Delilah then stood up next to him, breathing heavily.  Her tits were now
directly in front of his face, a few inches from his mouth.  She pulled her
hand out from between her legs, covered in her cum.  She looked down to see
a big wet spot in his pants, took her wet fingers and slowly waved them in
front of his face so he could smell her, and then turned around.  She
grabbed her jacket and put it on over her dress.  As she opened his office
door to leave, Delilah turned back to him, saying, "Thank you professor for
all your help."