“The official school pervert must wear a Donald Duck outfit at all times.”

After Victoria finishes writing, she and Nicole turn to look at you. They both break out laughing, but you can't figure out why. They stop when the professor gives them a stern look. She looks at you for a moment to see what the joke was, so you adjust your red bow-tie to look casual. The professor goes back to her lecture.

You try to lean forward enough to see what Victoria wrote, but she is too far away. When your blue sailor cap starts to slide off, you have to straighten up. You sit there, watching the two hot girls chat under their breath, giggle, and occasionally add to the notebook.

Staring at the two hot girls eventually starts to have an effect on you. Your eyes wander to their chests. Nicole has great breasts, and Victoria's are even bigger. You can make out the shape of her bra through her tight, white T-shirt. You feel an overwhelming pressure you can't resist.

You reach down and grab your cock. One of the few good things about your official school pervert uniform is that the lack of pants makes it easy to jerk off. Girls start pointing at you and giggling nearby. One throws a wadded up piece of paper at your head, then others do it too. You ignore them and focus on the image of your cock between Victoria's big tits. It would be so good to slide it up and down between her pale boobs. She'd probably talk dirty the whole time, she has the kind of thick lips that are perfect for-

You cum much sooner than you'd have liked. After you clean up the mess with tissues from your backpack, you check out Nicole and Victoria. They're still discussing the book quietly.

When the professor dismisses you, you walk outside. Maybe you can catch the girls when they walk out and talk to them. Unfortunately, you don't get the chance. Their limo, which they have as class co-presidents, pulls up before they come out. Their bodyguards get out of the limo and approach the door to the lecture hall, then escort the ladies to the car. You see them popping open a bottle of wine as their chauffeur closes the door.

You head back to the frat house. The guys do Donald Duck impressions as you walk by to make fun of your uniform. Just another reason why you need to get the girls to change the rule making you the official school pervert. Luckily, you have the same major as Nicole and Victoria, so you'll have another class with them in a couple of hours. You pass the time by looking out your window and masturbating to the girls who walk by.

You head to class early so you can wait for them. Their chariot, which they have as queens of the school, arrives. Several tall, handsome men come out and throw rose petals on the ground leading from the chariot to the door of the building. The door of the chariot opens and the queens come out, looking amazing in designer dresses that must cost more than four years of your tuition.

Like all the other students, you kneel before them. Of course, since their expensive dresses show a lot of cleavage, (it's really, really a lot of cleavage) you begin jerking your cock. However, as they pass by you shout, “Queen Nicole! Queen Victoria! Please, may I have a moment?”

They stop, look down at you, and laugh. Nicole says, “Yes? What do you want, pervert?”