Ms. Evans finished tying her hair into a ponytail before doing a final run down of her house. Once the lights were off, she sat on the couch in the dark with her phone illuminating on her face. She pulled up her memos, which contained a title that read "SUMMER VACATION".
"Looks like the first house is near the beach," Ms. Evans thought to herself.
Ms. Evans scrolled checked back through her messages.
UncleBill: "Hey, were we still on for tonight?"
ME (Ms. Evans): "Yeah, just give me the address."
UncleBill: "[Address]"
ME: "Where should I meet you at? What do you want me to wear?"
UncleBill: "Go around the house and to the back. I'll be on the couch with my friends. As for your outfit, wear a black tank top without a bra and skinny jeans with wedges."
ME: "Great! I'll see you then."
Just as Ms. Evans finished scrolling through, she received a call from Ms. Jones.
"Hey, did you leave yet?" Ms. Jones asked.
"I'm about to," Ms. Evans answered.
"I can't believe you're going to college graduation parties to fuck as many dudes as you can there."
"Hey, I told you that I wanted to see if I still had the magic I did when I did this exact thing back in the day."
"Jeez, go easy on those cocks, Olivia. You don't want to send those grads into the real world with ED."
Ms. Evans hung up and headed out.
****
Monday Night - 10:00 PM
Ms. Evans crossed over the bridge into town. She could see the sparkling lights from the boats in the bay and buildings in the distance. Looking past the giant sign of a cartoon-fish on a gigantic hook, she spotted the beach house neighborhood. Just like in the pictures shared around, a massive beach house was on the horizon. The house was two-stories tall, with a space underneath to fit cars and boats. Former students, fresh from graduation, were below the deck, inside the house, and surrounding it.
Within a few turns, she found herself parked a few blocks down from the house. From there, she started her trek into the night that the house would never forget. Drunken patrons outside ogled Ms. Evans as she walked under the streetlight.
Ms. Evans stood in front of the house, sizing up the people outside and inside. Instead of walking through the front door, Ms. Evans made her way to the back. After turning the side of the house, she spotted three men sitting around on couches. All three were wearing shorts and their looks didn't matter because this a fucking story revolving around a MILF and how she gets fucked.
"Enjoying the party, boys" Ms. Evans asked with a smile, leaning on one arm of the coach into the man on the left side.
The grad in the middle got up and put his arm around Ms. Evans' waist.
"Gentlemen, this is my lady friend: Ms. Evans," the grad said.
Ms. Evans said hello and waved. The grads made room on the couch and let Ms. Evans and Bill sit next to each other. Bill introduced his friends to Olivia before moving on.
"So, how did the two of you meet?" Trevor, the grad to her right, asked.
Bill looked nervous as Ms. Evans turned to Trevor to give an answer.
"Fuck, I hope she doesn't say that she's being paid to be here!" Bill thought to himself.
"I'm Olivia Evans, but I just go by "Ms. Evans." I met Bill when my friends left me in town and he was my driver from the ride service app I used. I only had enough cash for the ride and not the tip, so I offered to let him face-fuck me behind a dumpster for as many cumshots as he wanted. He took up my offer and filled my mouth with his cock and cum for a while before I wanted to do even more. I gave him my number and told him to hit me up when he wanted part 2 of his "tip", which brings me here today."
The grads looked at Ms. Evans and Bill in disbelief.
"W-What's part 2?" the other grad, Craig, asked.
Ms. Evans smiled.
"Part 2 is me fucking Bill and his friends tonight."
Ms. Evans got on her knees and rubbed the bulging crotches of the grads.
"Tell you what, boys. If you tell me where I can find other parties this week, I'll let you cum inside my pussy and my mouth and I'll let you fuck me naked."
The three divulged as much information they could and Ms. Evans jotted it down in her notes app. Once finished, Ms. Evans put her phone in her purse and put it off to the side. In an instant, she pulled her tank-top off and tossed it to the side; letting her bare-breasts drop down. As the grads watched her intently, she kicked her shoes off and peeled her pants and panties down; discarding them onto her top.