It involves transferred responsibility

You ponder your next move for a few seconds before a wonderfully perverted idea cements itself in your mind. Quickly, you grab the notebook and begin to write.

New Rule: The female student physically closest to Michael during school hours the moment she sees Michael's semen on a floor must clean the semen off the floor with her tongue. She may not attempt to distance herself from Michael as a means of transferring this requirement to another female student. The requirement may only be transferred to the sexual education teacher if she agrees to clean Michael’s semen in the same manner required of the student. The sexual education teacher will feel that taking a female student’s place as it pertains to this rule is tantamount to performing an important civic duty. Further, Michael's sexual education teacher and the relevant female student are exempt from any laws or school codes of conduct that would punish them for following this rule.

And just for the hell of it, you write an addendum to an earlier rule to allow yourself to easily close any other loopholes Ms. Desra might discover in the rules you’ve set for her.

New Rule: The school's most attractive female teacher is Michael's personal sexual education teacher. He is allowed to inspect and use her body for sexual purposes at any time and in any way he wants for the entire school year, both during and outside of school hours, in order to learn about sex and the female body. Because of this, the two of them are exempt from all rules and laws related to sexual acts between teachers and high school students for the duration of the school year. Due to the serious and sometimes delicate nature of sex, Michael, at his sole discretion and without restriction, is allowed to determine what activities are appropriate or inappropriate for his personal sexual education teacher to engage in as part of her occupation, even if those activities don't explicitly involve sex.

Ms. Desra looks at you strangely when you place the notebook on your desk, but quickly returns to glaring at you angrily for asking her to do something so utterly degrading. It doesn’t really bother you. Seeing your curvy teacher naked and dribbling your semen on the floor is a hell of a confidence booster. You reach out and grab one of her large, pliant tits and start kneading it idly.

“Fuck,” says a girl immediately to your right. “I should have picked a different seat.”

You look to your right and see the eighteen year-old Jessica Larsson getting out of her seat. Jessica is a pretty blonde with blue eyes and smallish breasts who is currently a player on your school’s girls' volleyball team. A short black skirt and a red tank top barely conceal a toned, athletic body that has been the inspiration of more than one of your fantasies. She looks from you to the puddle of semen on the floor with dread. You realize that Jessica is currently the closest female student to you, physically.

“Language,” Mrs. Fletcher warns. “I realize that what is now required of you is… unpleasant, but I cannot allow profanity in my classroom, Jessica.”

“Sorry, Mrs. Fletcher,” Jessica bites out. She looks past you and you follow her gaze to Ms. Desra.

You watch as Ms. Desra gives your semen a disgusted look before she puts a brave face on in front of her student.

“Don’t worry, Jessica,” your naked sex teacher gives your hot classmate a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “You don’t have to do anything. I’ll take your place. Just sit down and continue your lesson.”

Jessica shoots Ms. Desra a grateful look and sits back down.

“That was really nice of you, Ms. Desra,” you tell her.

Your sex teacher blushes brightly and gives you a prideful look as she sinks to her knees. “It’s nothing, really. Anyone would have done the same thing in my situation.”

You can’t help but stare in awe as your busty former history teacher gets down on all fours, her enormous breasts swaying beautifully. She leans forward, jutting her ass in the air. She tentatively reaches a tongue out and gives the puddle of cum a short lick. She grimaces. A few seconds pass before she licks the puddle again. During that time, Mrs. Fletcher has restarted her lesson, quickly and harshly reprimanding any student who stares at the spectacle for more than a few moments.

As your English teacher drones on, Ms. Desra quickens her pace, licking and noisily slurping your semen off the floor. The sounds contrast nastily with Mrs. Fletcher’s voice and she sends you and Ms. Desra an irritated glare, but does not stop her lesson.

You find yourself growing more aroused and another perverted idea occurs to you. Before you do anything rash, you write another rule.

New Rule: Michael is allowed to masturbate and ejaculate at any time or place during school hours. As such, with the exception of Michael’s personal sexual education teacher, anyone who witnesses Michael masturbate during school hours will be unconcerned with the event and will carry on as usual.

You place the notebook back on your desk and start jerking your cock. Despite the fact that you’ve just had sex with Ms. Desra in front of your entire English class, you still feel a little uncomfortable masturbating in front of everyone around you. You look around for a moment and notice that no one is so much as glancing at you. Your eyes drift back to your personal sex ed teacher. You marvel at the beautiful, well-endowed woman as she laps at the semen on the floor in front of everyone, entirely oblivious to her own degradation.

You squat down in front of Ms. Desra and grab her hair. She gasps in surprise as you position her head so that her mouth engulfs your cock once more. You realize that Ms. Desra’s tongue has just been all over the dirty floor, but you don’t care. All that matters is your pleasure as you pump in and out of your teacher’s mouth.

You feel yourself reach your limit and you pull out of Ms. Desra’s mouth and shoot thick ropes of white semen on the floor in front of her.

“God damn it, not again!” you hear Jessica grumble as she moves to stand again. A few of the guys in your class chuckle at her predicament. She glares at them icily.

“Jessica!” Mrs. Fletcher nearly shouts. “You will lick up Michael’s, um, mess and you’ll do it quietly unless Ms. Desra decides to be charitable again. Do I make myself clear?”

Jessica sighs and smooths out her skirt. “Crystal.”

“Good. Now, can anyone tell me about Hamlet’s mother and…”

You ignore Mrs. Fletcher and stare at Jessica instead. Her short skirt does little to hide her thick, creamy thighs.

“Ms. Desra, can you, um…” Jessica trails off, at a momentary loss for words.

“Certainly,” Ms. Desra’s tone is warm. She’s clearly taking the civic duty aspect of your earlier rule seriously.

“T-thank you,” Jessica manages a small grin and sits down in her seat again.

Ms. Desra begins to lick up the mess you just made on the floor.