Once upon a time, far, far away in the Carlethe Forest lived a woodcutter's daughter named Catherine. Catherine was a raven-haired beauty of nineteen, with light brown eyes that seemed to danced like sprites on mirrored waters whenever she laughed.
Being a hardworking and kind young woman, she planted a small garden with vegetables that she would give to the orphans who lived on the other side of the forest. Always cheerful, Catherine could often be seen weaving her way through the forest along the river in song, with her vegetable-laden basket in the crook of her arm. On each of her fortnightly trips, she would stop at her friends' cottage for tea.
Catherine always looked forward to afternoon tea because she got to make sandwiches with the local blacksmiths, Henry and Thomas.
Every fortnight, they rode her, gliding over each other thinly separated, as she loudly savored the pinning. Catherine's wails resonated throughout the forest, as her friends, damp from their exertions, struggled for dominance, burying their cocks deeper still within her. Bearing down on her shoulders and gripping her waist, their thrusts were powerful and crushingly sweet. Thomas would groan into her hair with every stroke, as Henry, breathing hard, tasted her tongue as he pounded away.
Catherine was especially fond of her friends because they doubled her pleasure.
She was a great enthusiast of cock and they happily obliged.
The men would ride Catherine vigorously, until her moans turned into loud wails that rattled the windows of their tiny abode. When the time came to end it, Thomas would firmly cup Catherine's breasts and with a small squeeze, offer them to Henry, whose tongue flicks upon her small pink nipples would send her flailing over the edge into an explosive orgasm. Bucking wildly, the men would then frantically thrust and fill Catherine with cum that creamed out of her holes and flooded her thighs.
When their sandwich had fallen apart, Catherine would continue the remaining stretch to the orphans.
On this particular trip, after leaving her friends spent and dreaming on their kitchen rug, she hummed her way through the forest. Catherine skipped alongside the river, swinging her basket. Hot and thirsty from her walk and tired from her hectic afternoon, she bent to drink from the river. First resting her basket, and then cupping her hands, Catherine drank heartily, splashing her face and soaking the tresses framing her flushed, rosy cheeks.
Hunger bit into her.
Looking up and about her, she spied an apple tree. Catherine picked the largest, shiniest one she could find and devoured it. She nonchalantly tossed the core on the ground and plunked herself down edge of the river.
Still sweating, she loosened the lacing on her modest gray bodice and eventually wriggled free of her dress before stepping into the river completely naked. As the sunlight filtered through the leaves onto her taut, slim form, Catherine sank into the cool water, submerging herself, lungs tight, only to resurface gasping as her small, taut breasts heaved.
Squeezing the water from her long, wavy hair, Catherine slid her hands down over her breasts to her velvety, dark triangle to gingerly caress her raw openings. She slid her fingers over her vulva, then her ass feeling a slight sting as what remained of Thomas and Henry washed away into the river.
Catherine absentmindedly put her moist fingers to her lips and giggled aloud on her reminisces.
"You are a lovely thief!" A gruff voice said behind her.
Startled, Catherine turned with arms tightly pressed across her chest, to see a short, bearded elfin man munching her carrots.
In her surprise, she had failed to cover the soft, black hair covering her sex.
"Put down my basket and go away!" Catherine shouted angrily.
The elf moved closer and his eyes narrowed, as though trying to discern the cleft of her pussy's lips.
"You'd do well not to pick my apples; you will be a toad by midnight!" The elf slowly eyed her up and down, mouth slightly agape as his cock stiffened against his leg.
Before Catherine could protest, he quickly asked, "Pinchin is the name... and yours?"
Catherine splashed out of the water and grabbed her clothes. She stooped behind a bush to dress, refusing to answer.
Pinchin continued, "Catherine is your name. I know it well. Thomas and Henry scream it every fortnight, as you do theirs."
Flushed, Catherine struggled into her clothes with even greater haste.
"Tell me Catherine, do you like my cock?" Pinchin asked cheekily as he poked it through the bushes.
Catherine paused as she laced up her bodice.
She had to concede it was a magnificent specimen.
Thick, erect and so exceptionally long that it penetrated the thick bushes with ease, presenting itself under her nose.
"Well, Catherine?" Pinchin asked again expectantly.
Catherine, awestruck, could not answer.
She could not believe his audacity...or his size. She had seen the great cocks of the forest elfin men through stolen glances of them bathing in the river as she made her way to the orphans, but never, as yet, had she had so close an encounter.
She couldn't resist.
Gripping it with both hands, Catherine opened her mouth as wide as she could and placed it over the head of Pinchin's cock. She moved her head slowly back and forth, circling her tongue as she went. Catherine pulled back her head to poke her tongue into the small hole at the end his cock.
Pinchin groaned and pushed back hard.
Catherine was knocked onto her buttocks by the great force behind this gigantic cock. She looked up to see Pinchin peering lustfully at her with big green eyes as round as saucers.
"If you can make me cum before midnight, you'll be free to go. If not, you will become a toad and live here with me by the river forever."
