Vive la France!
I once knew a girl with the bizarre habit of singing La Marseillaise whenever she had an orgasm. Actually it wasn't really singing, more of a breathy 'ha-ha-hah' but you get the idea. It all started off as a bit of a joke but soon got to the point where she had to sing it whenever she came.

She was Mathilde: she ran the shop at the campsite in France where I was working as a courier for one of those fancy camping holiday firms, where the luxury tent is already put up for you when you arrive. We'd started flirting from the moment we met and after a week or so were shagging whenever the opportunity arose. She was beautiful, had long, wavy brunette hair and a body that an entire platoon of Foreign Legion soldiers would desert for. Our favourite sex location was in an old barn on the campsite where I'd put some blankets over a heap of hay, just under an open window, as it was very hot that summer.

I was lucky enough to be there in 1989, the 200th anniversary of the French Revolution, and all the Frenchies were going wild. National symbols were everywhere, and the hunt was on to find 'Marianne', a symbol of the revolution, usually depicted as a pretty girl with a revolutionary cap and her breasts bared. The campsite owner had decided to put on a barbecue, dancing and then fireworks, like most of the rest of France.

After the meal and a little dancing, Mathilde and I sneaked off to the barn for some drunken celebratory shagging before the fireworks began. The disco and the tables for the barbecue were in the yard in front of the barn, just below our window, but the music was loud and we thought no one would be looking our way while they were still dancing. She was on top, and had tied her hair up in a loose bun to stop it drooping over me.

Mathilde, squirming on top of me, soon started to come. Now I don't know whether it was her nationalistic pride, revolutionary fervour, or simply a bottle of cheap red wine, but this time she started to sing La Marseillaise at the top of her voice, really singing the words out loud instead of her normal breathy panting. She strained upwards, her delightful breasts thrusting forwards. She sat up straight, appearing like a vision in the window of the barn. At that very moment the music stopped, a huge firework went off behind the barn, and the entire campsite, gathered in the yard below, turned to look up.

Two hundred drunk french campers saw this vision of beauty, perfectly lit by the lights from the disco, her bare breasts gleaming, brunette hair cascading round her shoulders, the unfolding bun on her head looking a little like a revolutionary cap, loudly declaring their national anthem, and they stood up as one and joined in, saluting her and calling 'Marianne, elle vit!'.

We were both beyond the point of no return, the fireworks were going off around us, and with the huge chorus below, yelling La Marseillaise at the tops of their voices, Mathilde nobly carried on to the end, ending with Abreuve nos sillons ! to which the campsite responded with the traditional 'pom pa-pom'. At that moment someone had the presence of mind to switch the lights off and we disappeared from view. The campers ooh-ed and aah-ed at the fireworks, apparently thinking that she had been an additional show put on by the campsite owner. We crouched down beneath the window, got dressed, and sneaked back down to the party.

Next day everyone got up late, mostly nursing hangovers. Mathilde was in the shop as usual, selling croissants and pains au chocolats, and receiving many strange looks as people struggled to put two and two together. The campsite owner came in, gave her a big hug, and told her she was a star and that her idea had been wonderful; could she do it every year on National Day? Disappointingly, my part in the whole affair was never acknowledged.
(Smale is stuffed, Mon 5 Jul 2010, 8:24, 11 replies)

DEFINITELY happened.

( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Mon 5 Jul 2010, 11:47, closed)

it's like he looked up France on Wikipedia
Found the name of two of their songs, found two of their national foodstuffs and wrote a mills & boon novel around it
(__, Mon 5 Jul 2010, 11:51, closed)

totally.

( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Mon 5 Jul 2010, 11:54, closed)

I freely admit
this is completely made up. Apart from me being in France in 1989, which is actually true. And I did once have sex with a girl.
(Smale is stuffed, Mon 5 Jul 2010, 13:19, closed)

I clicked though
As it gave me a mild tumescence.
(Vice Admiral Sir Charles Cockbrush KCB MBE DSO, who is finding it increasingly difficult to log into b3ta.com wants to duck your aunt and kick your puppy, Mon 5 Jul 2010, 14:11, closed)

b3ta.com/questions/habits/post777181
( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Mon 5 Jul 2010, 15:22, closed)

I like this well writted story
and its slightly premature frenchness
( Sextant goes to him is emotionally erect, on this day, Mon 5 Jul 2010, 12:05, closed)

You do know that there's REAL porn on the internet right?

( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Mon 5 Jul 2010, 12:16, closed)

was that meant to be porn?

( Sextant goes to him is emotionally erect, on this day, Tue 6 Jul 2010, 11:34, closed)

That was great but you should really have kicked off at the start by singing Die Wacht am Rhein.
(Benzyl, Tue 6 Jul 2010, 16:03, closed)

Thanks
I'll do that next time
(Smale is stuffed, Wed 7 Jul 2010, 14:29, closed)