"It's kinda sad." Shaska warns. "Anyway, this real hot lad lured me off with him deep into the woods on this camping trip, which of course I told my mother was an all girl affair. I comforted myself at the time by thinking I wasn't sure he was going to take advantage of me, but I couldn't hide from myself that it was not going to be rape. I really loved him and whatever he was going to do to me was fine with me. Kinda too bad I was the vore instead of him, because I would have been happy to be his meal.
Anyway, he took me out into the wood where nobody would interfere. We started hugging and kissing and both of us saying how wonderful the other was. All wonderful really. I couldn't have been happier when he started to strip me. Nor did I object to his getting on top of me and then ending my virginity. Hardly hurt at all, by the way.
"He was in all ways a great lover, considerate of my needs in all respects. Unlike most boys, he didn't roll over and go to sleep when he had shot his load. Instead he kept on until I climaxed too. And then we started all over, and over again. The third time we came together. After a quick break, he got on board again, and I welcomed him with a kiss.
"I was too loaded with passion to really notice right away. I had this vague idea it was a really deep kiss, but it took forever for me to realize I was not just kissing him. I was swallowing him!
"I paniced of course and tried to spit him out, but of course I had no idea how to do so. I still might have succeeded, but the poor boy was so lust crazed he couldn't think of anything except doing me. He was no help at all. And the longer I held his head in my mouth, the better tasting he got... I never really got to the point of actually trying to eat him, but I was having these convulsive swallows, and I was only weakly trying to prevent them. So once we had climaxed again, I slid him right down into my stomach.
"Of course, I wanted him out, and I rushed to the car to drive to some hospital or something, only to find that with him in my belly, I couldn't get behind the wheel. I was stuck out there.
"I started trying to throw up, but somehow he found a way to reach my cunt from my stomach, and he started playing with me, despite my appeals that he was distracting me from getting him out. But he couldn't resist ringing my chimes again and again. The 5th time I climaxed just knocked me out.
"When I came to, it was morning, and he was just a warm feeling in my belly. I have no way of knowing for sure, but I felt like he had spend over an hour sending my unconscious body over the top. I was too played out to move. So I stayed there feeling sorry for myself, that I would never meet another man like that, and I haven't either.
"The next day I was able to move ok, and I had digested enough of him that I could hide my sin. So I drove home, determined not to do that again. But of course, a vore hasn't much hope of resisting that hunger, and since I knew just how to lure lads to where I could devour them easily, and knew a lot of lads with no appealing traits beyond being food... It wasn't long before I was eating pretty regularly."

"Quite a story" you say. "I'm sorry it started out so rough for you."

"Well, it's been years now."

"However, I am feeling a bit peckish. Any suggestions where I can grab a quick meal?"

"Sure..."