At fourteen I was damn cauldron of hormones. Puberty was in full swing. It brought things I hated (acne and my period0, things I loved (like how my breasts were bigger than my best frenemy's were) and things I wasn't too sure of, namely feeling horny most of the time.

I masturbated whenever I thought I could avoid being caught, which mostly meant in the shower or in my room after bedtime. I'd climb into bed wearing just a t-shirt and finger myself to a couple of climaxes before I fell asleep.

My parents had given my sister and I a new kitten at the start of that summer. Like most kittens she loved to explore the house. One night she got into my room after my usual activities. Apparently, she was interested in what she smelled and crawled between my legs. I woke up when a rough little togue touched my lower lips.

This was incredible, way better than my fingers. I stroker her fur, cooed encouragement, and tried to get her to lick higher. She flicked her tongue again and again, lapping up my juices. When she reached my clit I had to struggle not to scare her by bucking my hips. It was warm, wet, and painful in a way that set me on fire. It didn't take long to bring me to the best orgasm I'd had. My moans startled her and she jumped away, her little needle like claws scratching the inside of my thigh, a sensation that just made it better. I plunged my fingers into my pussy and tried to drag the climax out as long as I could. When I came down for that I lay in a daze before quickly passing out.

the next morning my clit was not happy, after all I'd basically rubbed one out with sandpaper. But it was so worth it.