The at-risk youth

All it took was a week. Gretchen was surprised. Molly was so inherently good and caring, she thought it could take months to corrupt her.

But in the end, all it took was a week, and the promise of a big contribution to her campaign to help at-risk youth

And now, Molly Meara, sweetest girl on the planet, was crouching in front of four young, inner-city, black guys, one of her breasts sticking out of her strategically undone wrap-top, her hand down the pants of the boy before her, fishing around for a juicy cock.

Gretchen really couldn't believe her eyes. And the camera was capturing it all.

A big wicked smile, probably unlike any she'd ever made before, crawled over Molly's face as she pulled the thick young cock from the boy's pants. Then her other hand reached into another of the boys' pants and pulled forth another cock. The other two boys exposed themselves.

Molly was surrounded by at-risk youth cock. And soon enough, one was pushed between her sweet lips, as she still clung to the other two with her hands like they were handlebars, jerking them furiously.

"Molly has dedicated her life to helping at-risk youth." Gretchen shouted from her place at the camera, a few feet away. "Do you boys feel helped?"

"I'll feel helped as soon as I get my cock into her white-girl face." Said the boy whose dick was being jerked by Molly's right hand.

Molly looked up at him with her big eyes. Gretchen had no idea what should could be thinking.

Of course, in order to recreate the project properly, Gretchen had already taped Molly giving a manifesto of sorts. "Life is about being kind and helping others. Life is about doing good deeds." Molly had said. Intercut with this footage, Gretchen knew she'd create a wonderful video to take back to Professor Klein indeed.

"Tell me about sex." Gretchen goaded Molly, during the first taping.

"Sex can be a great experience between two loving people." Molly answered. "The important thing is that you understand what your partner wants and approach them with love and understanding."

"What these men want," Gretchen shouted to Molly, "is anything but to approach you with love and understanding." Molly's eyes glanced over at her. "And sex is about giving your partner what they want, isn't it?" Gretchen was enjoying herself too much.

After a few moments, one of the black boys pulled their cock from Molly's mouth. Molly panted heavily, precum and spit sticking to her lips. And before she could get out two good breaths, another cock took it's place. And Molly took her hand off of it and grabbed for another.

One of the black boys grabbed the back of Molly's wrap top and pulled it, tearing it off, exposing both her sweet, hard-nippled, breasts, and a silver crucifix necklace that Gretchen hadn't noticed there before. Molly moaned as the clothes pulled off her, and exposed her to the group.

Gretchen felt herself get a little wet. She was right, this was far better with Molly in the role of the unexpected slut, than with her. And yet... something was missing. Perhaps it was because this was almost exactly what she'd done in the park, earlier in the month, but the scene itself almost bored Gretchen in a way.

Sure, the fact that the sweetest girl on the planet was having her mouth fucked over and over by the very people she'd been dedicated to helping, was great. But it wasn't enough. Gretchen knew, there had to be something more.