Sylvia Groess and the spirit of the 1970s.

[RonaldGray]

By Robert K.

Meanwhile I talked to a couple of people who met Sylvia in the years between 1975 and 1983. I already collected 14 interesting storys from contemporary witnesses. I am very sure, most of those reports and tales are basically true. There are no indications they might not be. But I am not sure about the following one. The story might be true. For sure Robert worked with Sylvia in 1979, also the circumstances might have happend the way he describes them – even the people. Yet I have the feeling, the details are a little overstated. Robert might have dreamed a little further what he had seen or he might have had some bad experience with Sylvia, trying to vilify her. This is why I decided not to use first names and just initials, but to also change them.

Robert K. is a graphic desinger born in Hungary. He and his family escaped to Austria at the 1956 revolution. In the late 1970s Robert worked as a freelance graphic designer in Vienna...
„I met Sylvia a couple of times at various partys,” he told me, „and like most men in the biz I also kept an eye on her! Everybody knew it is easy to score with her. She also was cute, always very sexy dressed and she was good company. You could have a barrel of laughs with her. In spring 1979 I was appointed with a big job to design a catalogue for a huge furniture store. The subject were bathroom furniture. Of cause I thought of a nude model for decoration, in the rooms, under the shower, in the tub - usual stuff. I also thought of booking Sylvia for the job – also a good opportunity to get a little closer to her. I presented her setcard, but the owner of the store insisted on a blond model. So I booked a blond model.
A couple of days before the first day of shooting, Gert T – the owner of the store - invited me for dinner to a restaurant a little outside Vienna. I had the idea to take Sylvia as my company. This way she could meet the furniture store owner to show him, she is as good as any blond model – I told her, I wanted her, but she was rejected by the client. Sylvia appeared in a nice dress, kind of white with colorful floral design. It looked like a dress from a 40s Hollywood star. We had dinner, Sylvia was charming, her generous decollete presented a good deal of her big boobs and Gert T. obviously liked it. After dinner he asked us to join him for drink in a downtown Bar – the „Queen Anne”. Outside the restaurant when we walked to our parked cars, Sylvia suddenly lifted her dress presenting her naked ass. She did not wear any panties. Gert T. saw her and freaked out.


(This might have been the dress - as seen in a different shooting from 1978)

Mr. T was a very friendly, warm-hearted man, around 50 years of age and a funny guy as well. And he was huge, really big, 280 pounds on the scale at least. When we arrived at the the bar, Sylvia had a hard time to keep her skirt down. Gert T always tried to pull it up, his loud bass predominated the music in the bar and Sylvia played the role of the giggling girl, trying to keep her dress down and let the big guy lift it at the same time. Later Gert T. invited us for a very last drink to his home. But we refused the offer with an excuse...
The next morning I had him on the phone: Forget the blond model, book Sylvia! A couple of days later we started to shoot the bathroom scenes. Sylvia in full nudity and Gert T. full of buzz. Sylvia gave her best presenting her hot body in full glory and Gert – even if he announced to just have a short look – stayed at the shooting the whole day.
After the first day’s work was done, Gert invited Sylvia and me for dinner again. Not for the same evening but for the next. After this first day of shooting Sylvia joined the photographer and me for dinner. And later I took her home – I achieved what I was aiming for. I had a dirty night with Sylvia. She really is a great fuck.
The next day Gert was at the studio again, watching nude Sylvia and her poses...


(...watching her poses. A shot from "Green Bar”)

The fat guy started to mash her with his loud and tubular charm. He used all opportunities to get close to the nude girl, also touching her. She giggled and laughed, tried to push him away when he came too close, but anyone could see, she was only pretending. She allowed him to touch her ass or her tits, giggled and waited a little, before she pushed him – and even that was anything but serious.
In the evening Gert took us to a fancy restaurant. Sylvia again appeared in a very sexy outfit – she was a real slut. And again she did not wear panties. At dinner Gert told us he is living alone in his big house close to the furniture store. Gert divorced from his wife a couple of month before. Later that evening we did not have any chance but accepting the invitation to his house for a last drink. I tought of the night before. I wanted to leave and take Sylvia to my place again. I wanted to repeat the action of the night before. But we were sitting in a large living room drinking vine, lots of vine. Gert T. mentioned he will be out of town the next day, no chance for him to also see the third part of our shooting, to see Sylvia again posing for his store. That was the lead in to his basic request. With his loud bass he asked to see Sylvia one more time - now! He wanted her to take her cloth off. First he wanted her to dance for us, to perform a strip tease. Sylvia smiled but refused to do it. His next suggestion was to play strip poker. She did not want to play cards. Gert T. turned into a client again, announced a big number of brochures for the near future and his intention to book Sylvia as the main character for his store. He also mentioned an Italian company near Udine in Friuli, a good friend. Sylvia also could be booked for a lot of jobs after he would recommend her to his friend. „I like to see you one more time. I cannot be at the shooting tomorrow!” Sylvia smiled, stood up and started to dance. There was just a little music in the backgroudd, nothing to dance to. But she performed a nice strip tease. The little slut obviously was an expert. When she finally danced in front of us in her bright yellow high heels and nothing else, Gert opened his arms. „Come to me! I want to feel your wonderful skin again!”
I liked Sylvia a lot. She was very pretty, a really hot body and she was a great fuck. But I did not like her behaviour in this situation. The guy was more than twice her age and five times her size. To me Sylvia now appeared just one step away of being a whore. She was sitting on his lap, drinking a glass of vine and let him touch her everywhere. His big hands kneaded her tits, stroking her thighs, ending up between her legs. „What a naughty girl!” the fat fart bawled, „you are dripping like a wet gravel truck!“ „My pussy gets wet fast in naughty situation!” she giggeld, while Gert pushed two of his fat fingers into her cunt. „Don’t do it!” she moaned, „it makes me very horny!” An invitation to finger fuck her even harder. I was sitting there watching that bizarre situation. My feelings were full of contempt. To me she appeared as a slut doing everything for her job. I decided to never fuck that whore again...
Still finger fucking Sylvia’s cunt, the big bear opened his trousers with his other hand. He gave me a short look and a grin: „Let’s have some fun with the girl!” he mumbled. He took her hand guiding it to his dick. She started to wank his cock – opposite to his huge body it was kind of small almost hidden between his fat pads. Mr. T also watched me. He looked at me, his eyes saying: 'Come on, join us!’ He felt sideways on the couch. He pulled Sylvia over his huge body and bellowed: „Come here! I want to taste you!” He was a mountain for her to climb on. She spread her legs and moved over his chest and up to his head. Holding her hips he started to lick her pussy. Doing this, he moved his arms to slowly pull down his trousers and underpants. This view was anything but erotic. His huge belly, his fat thighs, his light skin – and the opposite on top of him. A tanned slim girl with a nice ass and big tits. His arms came up again. He took Sylvia’s shoulder to gently push her down. She fell flat on him gliding backwards. As a nude model „shame“ was a word she never heard of, as a slut, the word „disgust“ was not existing as well. She had to push her cute face hard into the old man’s fat belly to get his cock into her snout to suck it. And she did. Gert was on cloud nine for sure. A beautiful young model was sucking his cock as if there was no tomorrow. The huge guy lay on the sofa his arms folded over his belly and the girl was working hard between his fat legs.
After some time she came up, sitting upright on top of him to stick his dick into her pussy. I don’t know how much of that little cock she could feel, but she was acting as in full delight.
A short while before that I decided to never fuck this dirty whore again. But watching the two, I suddenly had the desire to be really mean to her. I went to the sofa, pulled my trousers down and pulled her hips backwards. „Finally you made up your mind!” Gert T. mumbled. „I just thought of sharing the whore!” I said. Sylvia lost the little dick and I pushed her down, so she could suck the old fart again. And then I just forced my dick into her asshole. This is the best way to treat worthless fuckmeat. While she was sucking an old, fat guy, the only way to use her was to fuck her ass. That’s what I did. I heard some moaning from her when I fucked her really mean, but she kept on sucking. It took not long until I came in her ass. I finished but she was still licking cum from Gert’s cock and lap...
She did not recognize that I left some minutes later. I just sneaked out of the house, leaving her with the fat man on the sofa...

The next morning she appeared at the shooting again – and she did not look like being tiered-out from the night before. Shooting our last round of pictures to concentrate on the poses as an art director appeard as really hard to me. I saw her posing naked all the time – but I always saw images of the night before. That night at Gert’s house was a big shock to me. Whenever I met Sylvia after this, we never mentioned that night again. I met her a couple of times, I also fucked her again – once even in a threesome with a friend of mine. But we never ever again mentioned Gert T.

The brochure turned out to be very stylish. Nude Sylvia was really looking good – unoffending advertising pictures, a naked body mostly shown from the side, arms covering tits, sometimes a naked ass, no pubic hair. We also did a couple of others brochures for the funiture store. I am sure, she fucked with the big fat man again. She did not care about being his little fucktoy, I think. Gert T. kept his promise to book her again and again – in some production she even appeared fully dresses.
A rarity for Sylvia I guess.”

[RonaldGray]

by Helmut M.

(There are two versions of this tale about a trip to Venice, Italy. There is a shorter English version and a little more detailed German novella - I decided to translate the German original)

In 1979 Helmut M. was a successful purchasing manager at one of the leading supermarket-chains in Austria. He was 41 years old in 79. Sylvia just celebrated her 26th birthday a couple of days before the date – 23rd of July is her birthday. My friend Uwe told me about Helmut M. a while ago: „He never had a close relationship with Sylvia,” Uwe explained, „but I know, he spent a weekend in Venice with her. He might have photos from the journey to Venice as well! Just call him...”
I called Helmut and we met a couple of days later. I mentioned my book about the 1970s and told Helmut– now an old man – about my idea to use model Sylvia Groess as a significant example, symtomize for the free spirit of the 1970s. „It’s a strange idea,” he replied, „you will not sell many books, I am afraid!” He could not remember a model with this name until I mentioned a trip to Venice with a younger model who was a famous nude model of that time. „Oh yes!” he said, „that was a trip to remember. What a good looking and very horny girl” (He said „Netterl” – Viennese for „Nice Girl” - nice to every man).

Helmut M. did not take any photographs on that trip, but he told me, how he met Sylvia at a dinner in a restaurant. She appeared in the company of a business-partner. „I still remember this pretty woman in her mid twenties when she appeared with my business-partner and what I thought when I saw them together. How could an elderly, average looking guy like him get such a good looking morsel?!”
A couple of days before that Helmut was invited as puchasing manager to Venice by a wellknown importer of Italian fancy food and vine, but he had no intention to go there. The night at the restaurant he talked with Sylvia for a while and somehow he mentioned Venice. When she told him how much she loves the city, Helmut stated, he will travel to the laguna for a weekend. It sounded more like a joke when she said: „I would love to join you!” Later they exchanged phone numbers. Helmut called the Italian business partner to tell him he made up his mind and he would love to accept his invitation. Helmut said: „I thought of her offer to join me and had all kinds of fantasies about such a trip!” He called Sylvia and invited her. The girl was delighted.
It was about a seven hours drive those days from Vienna to Venice. Helmut M. told me, he owned an early 3-Series BMW in `79. While driving South they talked all the time. Sylvia told Helmut she is a model and about her various jobs. She also mentioned, she does a lot of nude modelling, it actually is her main assignment. „She was really frank talking about her nude jobs!” Helmut remembered. From Piazzale Roma, where they parked the car, they took a watertaxi to drive to the given address. Fernando – the name of the host – lived in an old Palazzo just off Canale Grande and not far from the Academia bridge and the Peggy Guggenheim Museum. He owned an appartment on the top floor of the Pitti Palace. Fernando was an elegant Italian gentleman of old style. A very small and skinny man, about 60 years of age, white hair, always perfectly dressed, aristrocatic manners. He had a small guests room available for Helmut and Sylvia.

The first evening the skinny man invited them to a very fancy restaurant. After a walk around the center and a cup of coffee at St. Marco they arrived back home and Helmut found himself in the guest room with Sylvia: "I was curious what will happen, nervous, too! But she was very relaxed, undressed and fell on the bed. I left my underpants on and joined her. „Are you shy?” she asked and pulled my pants down. A minute later she took my dick into her mouth for a blowjob, acting as if we were a couple for some time. We fucked in the bed, on the floor and even outside on a small balcony. To me hat was a very new and exiting experience!
The next day, a Saturday, we went for a walk and to do a little shopping. Fernando guided us – the old gentleman knew half of the population of Venice. In an expensive boutique he bought a present for Sylvia, a little dress, light grey silk, short and sexy, a very lavish top held by spaghetti straps, showing a lot of her firm tits, the rest just covered by thin silk. A gentleman from head to sole he sontaneously pulled her into the shop and asked her, if she likes something she sees. Sylvia was excited and very impressed. And finally her choice was that very, very sexy little dress. It might have been the case Fernando tried to impress me as an potential client or he just tried to suborn Sylvia a little – the adept gentleman for sure noticed how to bias a woman of her kind.
We did some sightseeing after that. Beside those popular spots, Fernando also took us to some place I did not know of and he also had access to some fabulous sights, because he knew people. We went into Doge’s Palce to see some glorious rooms not open for the general public and later we went to the „bridge of sighs”. The stone bridge leads from the old prison to Doge’s Palace and through a hallway to the other side, to San Marco. Here it ends between two pillars above the huge square. Among the line of a couple of dozens of colums along the palace’s long side facing there square, there are just two shimmering in red between all others of lite yellowish grey sandstone. Between this two pillars the deliquents stood to be decollated – the blood colored the pillars red over the years. And before they have been beheaded the deliquents did their last sigh on top of the stone-bridge... Inside the palace Sylvia and Fernando talked about the famous Carnival of Venice. I remember Sylvia asked our local friend about the costumes people wear and when he explained that there is room for any fantasy, because everybody is wearing a mask, Sylvia told him, she always wanted to visit the carnival in a very sexy costume. Ferndando mentioned the weather would not be appropriate in February, but Sylvia smiled - she has a lot of inner heat! A nude appearance in the streets of Venice is one of her favorite fantasy. She also mentioned, a photographer once booked her to take nude photos in the streets of the city, but the job never was realized. I mention this little conversation because the words should get a very singnificant meaning a little later...
In the evening we went to another fabulous restaurant for dinner. After dinner we went home to sit on the huge terrace at his appartment overlooking the neighbourhood. Fernando served another bottle of the best Italian red. In this case we have been business partners of cause and he impressed me with excellent vine. Sylvia in her new light grey silk dress was a sensation to look at. Suddenly, already after midnight, Fernando fetched a Ventian mask from another room and gave it to Sylvia. He wanted her to put the colorful thing on. It was white with golden and red triangles on both sides, A classic Venetian mask but without the long nose you often see, just one to cover her eyes. Ignoring business and his fabulous vine, Fernando proposed to go out again having the last glass of vine in a nearby bar – while Sylvia should wear the mask...

She was really excited about the idea – so we went. We walked along a small alley, cobblestone ground gave her a hard time walking on her high heels. it was kind of dark and Sylvia was wearing the mask. Suddenly she stopped. ‚I always wanted to do this!’ she announced, ‚It’s not Febuary and a warm night!’ Just moving the straps off her shoulders. The silk dress slided down her curves like a silver waterfall. She did not wear anything underneath – she stood there completly naked – only a mask in front of her eyes and high heels at her feet. I was really shocked while Ferndando smiled as if he expected this to happen. Without shame or fear, Sylvia stepped out of the dress and walked along the alley – posing like a model. I was really surprised and nervous. I tried to „save” her expensive new dress, picked it up and followed her. Sylvia just went along the alley completely naked. I really was nervous about her guts, while gentleman Ferndo enjoyed what she did. Sylvia walked along the alley and we followed her naked ass. I nerveously looked left and right for people while Fernando only had eyes for her, smiling in contentment.
The bar was just around the next corner, facing a small canal with a little square in front. Sylvia acted absolutly shameless, she did not care about people or what could happen at any time. None of those Venetians was shocked or offended, everybody smiled or even jubilated at the sight. In front of the bar Sylvia climbed on the stone wall at the banks to sit down. Fernando went into the Bar and came back followed by a waiter serving three glasses of red vine. The big man also smiled at the nude girl with the mask, delivered some compliments and went back into his bar. While we were drinking, Ferdando moved closer to her starting to touch her. Her arms, her shoulders. And he talked about her beauty, how mysterious she looks - naked and wearing a mask – as if this would be a normal habit in Venice. He also said, that he would love to invite her for the next carnival – with her inner heat she could walk around Venice in February and with her naked body she would bet he sensation of the carnival celebration of 1980...
When our glasses were empty Fernando took them back into the bar for a refill. „I think he wants to fuck you tonight!” I grinned. „Of cause,” she smiled, „would that be okay for you?” „Is it okay for you!!?” I replied. I was shocked by her habit again. „We are not a couple,” I added. „We certainly don’t have an affair!” she smiled, „you just wanted to have sex as well!” „You started it!” I pointed - feeling stupid at the same time. „It’s okay! I liked it last night. And you don’t care if will be his turn tonight!” she said. „I would prefer it would be me! I would like to have you in my bed tonight!” I said , „but it’s up to you!”


(A picture of a typical Venetian mask and a sexy fashion shot – put those two things together and just imagine...)

Fernando came back. He now lifted Sylvia from the wall asking: „You like to see Casanova’s palazzo?” „Yes, of cause!” she answered with excitement. Inside the bar, Fernando met a gondolier he knew. It was late, he was off duty already, but for Fernando he was willing to take us for a trip. Sylvia was still naked. Her silk dress was still hanging around my neck – the dress of thin silk was not much bigger than a shawl anyway. Also the gondolier just smiled at her, looking at the nude girl only as another pretty sight of something happening every night in Venice. I was lost for words...
If you ever come to Venice, take a trip in a gondola very late in the evening, do it late at night and pay a gondolier extra money to do it after everybody else went off duty. It’s incredible to glide on the dark green waters, when it is all quiet, it really is a different world, both romantic and mysterious. And to have a nude girl sitting in the boat, just wearing a mask – that’s something you will never forget! Even Sylvia was just sitting there on a small bench in the boat looking around, obviously facinated by the atmoshere she forgot she is naked. The first thing we heard after twenty minutes of driving the quiet waters – except the splish-splash of the paddle – was Fernando’s voice when he said the house in front of us is where Giacomo Casanova lived. The gondoliere docked the boat at a wooden pole in front of the palazzo. „Put your dress on!” I said. „Leave it in the boat!” Fernando smiled. Sylvia stepped out of the gondola without her dress. I left it on the boat...”

It certainly was not the first time somebody told me about Sylvia’s extraordinary passion to take her cloth off. At times of her career she definitely wasn’t one of those models only posing nude because it’s well paid. She was an exhibitionist and used to have a certain fervor for dangerous situations like leaving her dress in the boat and walking along the streets completly nude. When Helmut described the situation on the gondola and around Casanova’s house, he seemed to be not sure, what kind of doubts I have about his story. Many times he emphasised his tale is really true: „I know it sound like a fantasy of an old man. But this girl really loved to run around nude enjoying how all men were looking at her. And she did not fear any unexpected situtation that could put her in trouble!”

"We walked along a very narrow alleyway between two buildings to get to the other side. Sylvia on her high heels followed the gondoliere along the street to see Casanova’s palazzo from street side. She just irgnored the two old men approaching her, staring at her as if she is a mirage, while the girl was acting like if it is absolutly common to walk around Venice naked at night. Sylvia asked, if we could go inside the building, but Fernando referred to the time of day - it was two o'clock in the morning. "I know the people living here,” he said, „but I don’t want to wake them up!”
A little later, the gondola took us back to the Fernando’s house. It was a hot July night, but at three in the morning on the water, it was a little nippy. Sylvia seemed to really must have had so much heat inside she did not feel it at all. She was sitting there on the low bench, it was padded with bordeaux red velvet, both arms down, legs slightly spreads so we also could see her juicy pussy – Fernando and I were sitting opposite of her, the gondoliere standing behind her driving the boat. We left the gondola at the wharf next to the wooden bridge of Academia. It was only a short walk to Fernando’s house. Back in the apartment I said ‚Good Night’ and went straight to the guestroom. I heard Fernando, when he said he would love to open another bottle of his most favorite red vines...
From the moment we entered the flat, I knew Sylvia was up to be fucked by Fernando. And I did not want to end up in a threesome with an old, skinny man. I also had the feeling with his old style attitude he would not have done that anyway and as a courteous person he would just have discreetly leave me and Sylvia alone. So I decided to leave first to allow him the pleasure to have sex with her. Laying on my bed still dressed for some time, I finally decided to go back to the huge terrace. The bottle of vine he mentioned before was open and stood on a low table. Two glasses were half filled. I took the third one, filled it and sat down. I think I was sitting there for twenty minutes, when Fernando and Sylvia came out again. She was naked in her champagne-colored silk dressing grown – that was wide open - and she looked great with her curly hair in disorder. Fernando wore a classic gentleman’s striped dressing gown as well, properly closed. While we were drinking vine together I looked at Sylvia buxom nude body imagine the old man’s fingers touching those curves. And I imagined the small skinny man fucking her. I somehow turned me on – what I saw was a scene like one some of those funny German sex-movies. They had a favour to feature strange guys with young nude girls... „I knew you would be sitting outside,” Fernado smiled, „it is not a night to go to bed this early!” He made a long pause and added: „And I am sure, Sylvia also wants to enjoy your company – not only mine!” I was stupid enough to aks: „Did you have good sex?” He smiled and said: „You for sure know how wonderful she is!” To some degree we talked about the girl as if she would not have been present. Then she raised from her rattan armchair to approach me. She cowered in front of me and opend my pants. Her open campagne-colored dressing grown slides down from her shoulders and she started to suck my cock. While laid in the armchair pampered by the sexy girl, the old Italian gentleman joined us to tenderly stroke her back and her hips. Close to an ejaculation I raised Sylvia up to sit on my lap. I loved to screw her one more time. Fernand stood in front of her just to caress her bouncing tits. It was no a threesome. While I had sex with the hot girl, my host just reduced his actitvities to dedicated endearment.

In the afternoon of the next day we drove back to Vienna. After I humped her, when we decide to finally go to bed, she left with Fernando to spend the rest of the night with him. Along our way back to Vienna we talked about Fernando’s hospitality, his beautiful house and how it would be to live in Venice. We talked about the beauty of the city, the history, we even talked about Casanova. But she did not mention anything about the night before. Only after a longer period of silence I said: „You don’t really care with whom you have sex, don’t you?” She did not answer straight. But then she said: „I know what you think of me. But this issue is much overstated by everybody! I like sex and if you really think about it, the contact is not much more than shaking hands. Of cause it is a much better feeling and it is more intensive, but as a concept, it’s almost the same!”
I could not agree of cause. I just said: „So basicly everybody who is shaking
hands with you, also can plunge his penis into your pussy!”
„Trust me, she really said that!” Helmut stated at the end.
(I already heard this before...)

[RonaldGray]

by Peter G.

So far I knew the picture was shot at 6 o’clock in the morning in a shabby pub hall in front of a juke box - six in the morning at a rock`n´roll event in Vienna - a lot of people, a lot of drinks, a lot of dirt, a lot of sweat. The guy who shot the Polaroid said, it was the wildest party he ever been to. He saw Sylvia dancing, drinking and hanging around.


He also mentioned: It must have been around three in the morning when Sylvia danced with three guys who started to undress her. I met one of them...

Returning from shopping recently at Vienna’s famous Naschmarkt, just about to open my car, I recognized somebody knocked at the window of a Japanese restaurant right behind me. I saw an old man sitting there and waving at me to come in. He knew who I am, but I had no idea who he is. He introduced himself as Peter G, owner of a model agency in the late 1970. A small, fat man, dressed in black, wearing a black baseballcap. Peter G! Oh yes! Partner at „Insider Model Management”, Sylvia’s agency for a couple of years. We had a drink and talked about the past, about people we knew. I also mentioned Sylvia. His first reaction: He used his fingers to draw a space width in the air starting to grin very dirty. First I did not understand. I would use many different characteristics to describe Sylvia – beginning with her body and her tits - but not the space width between her upper front teeth. But Peter is right, she has this typical little gap.
„What a blessing she was for an agency at the start of the company!” Peter said, „and what a piece of fuckmeat – as announced in the title of one her dirty video films!”
To cut a couple of corners: We talked about a lot of things, coming back to Sylvia quite often, and I also mentioned this one Polaroid: The nude girl sitting on an old chair in front of a juke box. Somehow this pictures shows a special atmosphere - very dirty. Again Peter started to grin: „I was one of the guys who undressed her before!” Peter said. „What a dirty night!”
Peter recalled the „Rock’n’Roll Revival” as an event at a run down pubhall in March or April 1979. „It was kind of an early form of mobile clubbing – (A type of silent party, known as mobile clubbing, very hip in the early 1990s). „The location was almost a ruin, abandoned since years, a huge empty room with a dirty parquett flooring, a lot of garbage, a bar and very dirty restrooms. Some guys organzided a Fifties-Party, they brought sound equipment, old records, organized some old chairs, sofas, but mainly old and dirty chair cushions like they used to have them in discoteques in the 1960s. They brought cases of beer in and spirits and they invited people to rock’n’roll...
I went there with some friends very late, almost midnight. Sylvia came even later, dressed as she usually was – just the most necessary to cover some parts of her buxom body. Sylvia was in a very good mood and horny as always. We talked a little - she was one of the best horses in my stable, contributing good income. Nude model’s daily fees were 50% higher than regular daily fees those days. And since Sylvia was the most shameless of them all, she had a lot of jobs. 20% of her fee plus 15% from the client – Sylvia contributed a good share of the agency’s turnover!
Much later – around half past three in the morning – I danced with her. Two more guys joined in. It was just nice to see her dance in her very small dress, always a good opportunity to watch her, to touch her – that’s what we did. I was joking when I told her, there are many photographers around at the party. I recommanded to use the opportunity to undress – kind of a promotion for the agency to remind those photographers she is the best nude model in town. It was no serious talk at all – just joking. Everybody in the ballroom had seen her naked before anyway. ‚You take my dress off, if you think it’s good for the job!’ she smiled in a very inviting way. She also did not take it as serious – but as a born exhibitionist she liked it as a gag. She usually was that kind of party slut to loose her clothing all the time. I started to pull her spaghetti straps off her shouldes and the dress slid down to her hips. I never seen her wearing a bra. The other two guys did the rest – taking the dress off and pulling her little panties down. A little thong under a short skirt already was a rarity in her dressing style. Sylvia was tanned like a piece of chocolate, dancing nude, just wearing black high heels. I tell you – it was no sensation, no surprise, nothing very special for the rest of the people. Everybody saw Sylvia nude before...
It was very hot in the club. Bad air, a lot of smoke and the smell of sweat and broken toilets. Not very pleasing. Sylvia danced for a long time. When she finally was really exhausted with sweat running down her body, she came to the bar to join me and my friends. I remember she actually left her dress and her little thong on the floor – absolutely careless. One of the guys just picked it up to handed it to the bartender. Sylvia always was happy go lucky in situations like this, really sleazy. A couple of dudes came to the bar to greet her, kissing her, touching her naked ass, her tits. She just giggled, did not care at all. After a while I noticed this pimply young guy sitting on an empty beer crate watching every move of the nude girl. He might have been the only one in the room who saw the girl for the first time. Or he wanked at one of her dirty photos before, seeing her live for the very first time. ‚There is someone totally obsessed by you!’ I told Sylvia. She looked at the guy. ‚Go to him and ask him if you may suck his cock! I would love to see his reaction!’ She grinned at me. To her I just made another dirty joke. ‚Seriously,’ I said, ‚I need to see it!’ ‚What do I get if I do it?’ She asked.

At the beginning, after we signed her for the agency three years before, I was most attracted by her tits. I always was and I still am into tit fucking – that’s my obsession. And I love nice firm tits, not too big, but round and firm. At the agency I used every opportunity to get my share. I had some affairs – short tit fucking affairs – with some of the model’s, not very many to be honest. You needed them naive or very ambitious to get jobs to succeed. My „let me fuck your juggs” approach worked sometimes. I usually offered either a good job or even a little money: 500 Schilling in general (30 years ago the equivalent of app. $ 50,--). The first time I tit fucked Sylvia, I did not offer her a job but 500 Schillings as well, she undressed instantly in the middle of my office and offered me her tits to fuck them. I remember, she did not take the money. She just was very kind as usual...

‚What do I get?’ She asked that night with a dirty grin. ‚What about 500!’ I replied, grinning as well. ‚We are talking not just tit fucking!’ she replied, ‚you want me to suck his cock. He’s an ugly little zit! That’s more expensive!’ I grinned at her saying: ‚Just do it!’
Sylvia stood there for a while, looking at the guy who stared at her. A little later she slowly moved off the bar, walking on her black high heels like a cat in heat with swinging hips. The way the pimply guy looked at that nude body approaching him was just hilarious. He could not believe his eyes. Sylvia stood in front of him, talking to him for a while. I have no idea what she said. Than she went down, sitting on her haunches. We decided to approach the scene. With our glasses in or hands we moved closer. Sylvia opended the dude’s pants. With one hand she fiddled his dick out to start a hand job. When his prick grew to an acceptable size, she moved her head foreward and started to lick first, shortly after she deliverd on of her skillful blow jobs. It did not take long. Sylvia did not swollow, as an experienced slut, she just hit the moment to pull her head back to let him spray his cum around. It was really funny to watch that. The girl acted in total superiority, while the poor guy was her victim – even if he received a free blow job.
Back at the bar she asked the bartender for a coaster to draw one dash. ‚i don’t have a bag on me!’ she said, ‚you owe me 500!’ With a grin I asked: ‚How much money you want to make tonight?’ The music was still very loud, the atmosphere very sticky, but at 4 o’clock the ballhall cleared a lot. Most of the people still around were drunk or tired or both. Nude Sylvia danced with a couple of guys, there was a lot of touching and grabbing, but nothing very serious. Later Sylvia was hanging around with me and four or five guys. Her nudity was nothing very special to any of us, but there was this sexual attraction. I am sure everyone of us thought about someting to start with her, something naughty and dirty. We were drinking beer. Only Sylvia had a cocktail, something with vodka. ‚You want a bottle?’ one of the guys asked – presenting his beer bottle. She said, she’s not having beer. ‚Not the beer, just the bottle – for your pussy!’ I’m talking this old Eurobottle – half a litre, short neck. One other guy pulled her legs apart and the first bloke stood up. She just let it happen, she giggled – no sign of resitance. The guy opend her pussy lips to push the neck of the bottle into her cunt and started to bottle-fuck her. Sylvia was just having fun, making some dirty remarks to tease the guy: ‚Much bigger and stiffer than your cock!’ She also started to act and pretended an orgasm. And she bursted out laughing in the middle of it. The guy tried to outdo her, pushed the bottle deeper until Sylvia started to yell. When she also started to flounder and to kick to defend herself, two of the guys grabbed her arms to hold her. She was kicking with her legs, but the guy with the bottle just kept on fucking her. It lastes for as long as 15 minutes. Sylvia was really exhausted when the guy pulled the beer bottle out of her cunt. Her fuckhole was wide open and totally wet. The dude just let the bottle fall down to open his pants. ‚I did you a favour – now it’s your turn!’ Sylvia must have been really horny, she moved forward to slide off the seat cushion to go down on her knees. She started to suck his cock. The rest of us sitting there, drinking, laughing and watching the scene: A great ass, bouncing tits, a real horny open pussy – nice to look at – and a talented slut sucking a dick as if there was no tomorrow...

Sylvia might have been our best horse as being a nude-model, but she also was a real dirty slut. She fucked with every photographer who ever booked her – except those who absolutly did not want to touch her. And when she was not nude in front of camera, she was nude at a party. That night in the pub hall was by no means something unsual at all. It happened very often that Sylvia stripped, enjoying a party to turn it into a horny sex-party, to use the opportunity to fuck with one of the guys – or some of the guys. I know it sounds redicolous, but there for sure were weeks when Sylvia was around in town a lot, when she was as busy collecting different dudes as a hooker walking the streets.

The cumshot of the dude who fucked her with the bottle was delivered into her mouth. Sylvia just swallowed. I tipped her shoulder saying: ‚Another 500 if you suck one more. ‚What about him?’ she asked with a broad grin - pointing at the guy who's cum she just swallowed. . ‚He pleased you before. This blow job was free. But you get a next 500 if you suck another one!’ ‚Anybody for a blow job?’ Sylvia asked looking around. None of the guys reacted. They just been sitting there grinning. ‚Come on!’ Sylvia offered, ‚I suck your cock!’
You have to imagine the situation. A really good looking slut sitting on her knees offering to suck any cock! Any of them! And you have to imagine the guys: None of them reacted to her offer, just sitting there, drinking and dropping some dirty comments. ‚Come on! We can share the money – 250 and a blow job!’ was her next offer. ‚Keep your money!’ One of the guys said. ‚I have to earn it first!’ Sylvia replied with a grin. She moved over to one of the guys trying to open his pants. But he just pushed her back. So she moved to next one. He watched her while she opend his trousers and taking his dick out. I remember him saying: ‚Why don’t you just go to the men’s restrooms to suck cocks?!’ There was no other reaction coming from that guy, he just was hanging on that old, round cushion seat and let the girl do, what she wanted to do. And she had to work on that dick! He did not have an erection. He was not interested at all. Sylvia really had to work hard until she brought his penis into a proper condition. The dude was drinking beer, talking to us, while Sylvia sucked his dick. He was drinking beer and a little later she was drinking more sperm...
I went to the bar to fetch her the next drink. A little while later, Sylvia started to dance again and she danced alone. It was already after five in the morning, when I saw her with two other guys I did not know. Both of them had an arm around her, she walked in the middle and they went into a darker corner of the pub hall. Shortly after she again was on her knees sucking cock – changing from one to the other, alternately using her hand and her snout on both dicks!”
Even if I knew about Sylvia a lot meanwhile, I showed a doubting face now. „Come on, Peter!” I said, „you don’t want to tell me, Sylvia just walked around a dirty pub hall at 5 o’clock in the morning to deliver blow-jobs?!” Peter grinned. „She did! Kind of...! I did not see Sylvia with a penis in her pussy that night, but I saw her sucking at least five cocks. It was just a little later - about six in the morning - when I finally saw her sitting in front of that old juke box. Most of the party people were gone. And I recognized a guy with a Polaroid camera – he was assistant of a photographer. He went to Sylvia to take some pictures. She just irgnored him.
I left the party when there was almost nobody around anymore. But I remember that Sylvia was still there!”
„You have no idea what happened after that?” I asked Peter.
„The room was almost empty. Maybe she took her dress and went home. Maybe she gave the guys a hand to clear the room at the end of the party – she always was a good buddy as well! Maybe she went home with one of them or they just had breakfast! I never asked her. The only time that night was mentioned again was when she picked up 2 x 500 Schilling. She did not forget I offered her 500 for a blow job - twice!”
„Actually you had to give her 2.500!” I said. Peter grinned: „She made four times that money with one nude job as a model – a commision of 3.500 for the agency! But our deal appeared to only two blow jobs. The others were free!”

[RonaldGray]

By Christian S.

Every year at the last full week of June there is the Advertising Film Festival taking place in Cannes, France. Not the feature film festival, which is in May, but a festival of the advertising industry. Christian was an art director in the 1970s and 80s working for some of the most fancy ad agencies of those days. Like many other creatives he also went to Cannes to watch the lastest and best commercials from all over the world.
When I met him at a private dinner recently, I did not ask him about Sylvia, not about some photos or any of his personal connections. We just talked about good old days and about the SAWA Festival and we finally reached the Cote Azur. Christian mentioned the year 1979, a week in Cannes, and he told me about hilarious parties at the beaches or at the pools of some of the fancy Croisette hotels. "The best times ever to work in advertising!” And suddenly he mentioned her name: Sylvia. „You might remember her,” he said, “Sylvia was a great looking model and also a nude model. I knew her from a couple of castings, but I never booked her. Sylvia appeared in Cannes as spouse or company of a bloke from Vienna, I think he was a DOP. I can’t remember his name, it might have been Walter...”
„Was there any special reason you never booked Sylvia for one of your campaigns?” I wanted to know. „Not really. We did this outstanding campaign for (a chain of lingerie stores), she would have been great in lingerie, but my principle was to book models from all over the world, but never an Austrian model. In Cannes in 1979, Sylvia and Walter stayed at the same hotel I was booked in, the Montfleury in the hills above Cannes. A nice hotel with a big garden and a huge pool. Usually the guys went to the Palais des Festival to watch the screening while their female company spent the days at the beaches along Croisette. 1979 was the peak of topless fashion at beaches and pools, especiallly at the Cote Azur. I remember Sylvia’s great bust and a macro-thong, composed of thin laces, a naked ars and a tiny little triangle in front hardly covering what it was supposed to hide. There were many of those g-strings around, but Sylvia’s was the most macro of them all. At the beaches near Palais des Festival you could watch the mainly young and good looking company of several ad-man. Between screenings you could watch a lot of Americans and Englishmen at the beaches watching the ladies. I am sure many came to Cannes not only to see films, they also went there to watch topless girls. And Sylvia was one of those to attract special attention – not only because of her tits, but also because of the size of her tanga-thongs.
I also remember Sylvia’s white overall. That was a piece of fashion to remember. Tuesday evening Walter, Sylvia and me, we went to St. Tropez together. We had dinner and later we walked along the old port to have a couple of drinks. Sylvia’s white overall decorated with a broad white belt full of golden rivets also had zips everywhere. The one in front was open down to her belt. There also were zips at her upper legs and her hips. They also were open, showing her naked hips and long tanned legs. Sylvia walked along the crowded waterfront street and she was photographed by tourists all the time. They might have thought she must be a celebrety – or maybe they just admired her displayed bust. To be honest, her dressing style was expensive, very stylish, but also very slutty – I never was really sure, if I liked it or if it was just too much.


(A small pic from a data-sheet showing the mentioned white overall. And Sylvia from a 1978 shooting posing in lingerie)

The next afternoon we quit the screening to hang around the pool for some time. Sylvia in her tiny, tiny little thong was a specail sight again. Later in the afternoon we jumped into the water. Walter and me, we splashed with Sylvia in the pool, ducked her, lifted her out of the water, running around the pool, pushing her into the water – we were acting like kids with a well shaped almost nude girl. Every men in the garden was watching the show. Sylvia looked gorgeous with her wet body, wet hair and her bouncing tits. She was laughing all the time, yelling sometimes, she really had a lot of fun, running around, jumping, she just behaved hilarious...
There were five Italian guys sitting close to the pool – first row so to speak. I did not understand their acclamations but with all this „bene!” and „bella!” it was clear, they liked what was performed in front of their eyes. When we finally were exhausted, we joined the five Italian dudes. They also shouted a couple of drinks, so we all were sitting together on deck chairs, Sylvia,
Walter and five Italian guys having a good time.

At the same evening we were invited to a party of some association – I think it was the annual reception of the German advertising film association. The party was given in a resort a couple of miles outside Cannes. Sylvia appeared in a strapless black satin bustier, kind of small bra cups in triangle shape pushing her tits up. Her knee long black skirt was slightly see-through and who belived, the little darker triangle would be kind of a thong she was wearing was just wrong - Sylvia did not wear anything under her skirt. There were a lot of people from all over the world, there was good food, French vine, good music, talking and dancing. Our new Italian friends also were present. To be honest, there was a number of pretty girls to be seen at the party and many of them showing as much as Sylvia did. But somehow Sylvia has a special attitude. Looking at her in her dressing-style, acting like she did that night, already did releases some first drops of pre-ejaculation running down your legs! With every move she makes she’s sending take-me-to-bed-now signals. You see her dancing, she looks at you and the first thing crossing your mind is: „She wants to be fucked! Now!” It really was amazing. And of cause it was not only me receiving her signals. Each of our new Italian friends got the same message. And you now how young Italians are! While I just thought of it, they already demanded delivery. Sylvia came with Walter, she was his spouse, everybody could see that. But as soon the distance between him and her was more than five feet, the Italian guys were taking their chances...

(A photo provided by Christian. It was actually taken at the mentioned reception)

Her little black top was buttoned with hooks and eyes at her back. To our Italian friends the hooks were just there to be opened – we are just kidding around, is what they claimed. But if all five hooks are loose, the litte satin piece did not have any hold anymore. Sylvia took it as usual, just laughing when she once again appeared to be topless. Of cause everbody is cool at a festival like this...
She put it back on a couple of times. And it fell down again sooner or later. Even if it must have been very annoying to her, the Italain guys did it again and again. Hours after the midnight’s fireworks the whole party scene cleared a lot. Most of the guest already left. At four in the morning Sylvia was sitting on a chair next to the pool, her top laying somewhere else. It was taken off again and she did not take it back on. She was surrounded by the Italian guys, Walter and myself. We were sitting there, still drinking Dry Martinis, smoking, chatting and Sylvia was the center point. Our friends with their very Italian kind of English mainly talked about sex using her as an example. It was crazy talk. I understood only half of it. They talked about beautiful girls, about nice tits – also using their hands to touch her – there were a couple of dirty Italian jokes followed by a lot of laughing. Even if we did not understand we joined in. And Sylvia had a lot of fun. She like to be in the limelight. Suddenly the girl decided she would like to swim. Standing there a little drunk already, she just pulled her skirt down, kicked off her shoes and jumped into the pool. Two Italian dudes followed her immediately while a waiter rushed into the scene. It was not allowed to use the pool at times of the party and it was not allowed to swim at night anyway. Walter asked to see the manager and a little later a couple of 100 Franc bills cleared the situation. We were seven or eight guys splashing in the water with one girl. A nude girl like Sylvia plus her expressions, her attitude, it was imaginable she would pick one of us for some more fun, to back out to a lounge chair behind some bushes. Every man in the pool wanted to be the one...
But truth is, she did not leave the pool. After some time, when some of us already were exhausted and sitting at the edge to recover, I saw Sylvia still in the water. She was hanging a the side of the pool, both elbows resting on the edge of the basin and one of the Italian dudes hanging between her wide spread legs. That guy fucked her in the water. I saw her diving in front of him as well and you can imagine what she did. To be honest – I liked that. I never had a blow-job under water! Sylvia always loved to push the envelope. She was one of the best topless sights at the beach, she was the one to take all her cloth off to swim naked at a party, now she was the one that just took the chance and let someone fuck her in the water...
At this point it was too much for Walter. He was really pissed and decided to leave. There was a short argument between him and Sylvia – things like „You don’t own me!” or „We are not a couple! I do what I want!” were said and I joined Walter to drive back to our hotel. We left Sylvia with the Italian guys. She spent the night in a hotelroom somewhere else...
I don’t know with whom she shared a bed for the rest of the night, if it was the Italian dude who fucked her in the pool or if it was a different guy offering her shelter in his bed or if they were more than just one...
We met Sylvia again the next day at lunch. Walter pretended as if nothing had happen the night before, acting like they were just good friends. Sylvia mentioned the name of the Italian guy she joined for the rest of the night and she only mentioned one name. But a little later Walter asked her: „Was one Italian lover enough to satisfy your needs? Or did you fuck them all?” "Whatever fits your fantasies best!” she replied with a brought grin. In the afternoon the same day, after the sceening, I met her at the beach again. Sylvia now was in the company of an Austrian producer. Walter, whom I met before, disappeared to the city. I think he did not want to see Sylvia again. The producer, an elderly guy in his early fifties obviously enjoyed the company of the girl with her tiny G-string. We also had an early dinner together at the beach restaurant, we takled about business and later I went to see some old friends. So far we have been together most of the time - Walter, Sylvia and me. But now I did not see him or her again until the last day of the festival - Saturday. I bumped into Walter in the morning and we had breakfast together. Her told me, he also did not see Sylvia until the night before, when he accidentally spotted her in a small bar late at night. He was sure, that Sylvia spent the nights before with her new Italian friends. He was very sure about it and talked a lot about the attitudes of latin lovers, while I immediately thought of the elderly producer at the beach. But I kept my mouth shut. After Walter met her again late at night, she went back to the hotel with him. All her belongings were still in his room. Walter said, he always had a lot of good sex with Sylvia, but the night before was the best and most dirty sex he ever had. Now he was happy...
We showed up at the final Gala Saturday night together again – Sylvia, Walter and me - three very good friends...”

[RonaldGray]

by Thomas, a camera-operator.

Candid Camera - the show involved concealing cameras filming ordinary people being confronted with unusual situations. When the joke was revealed, victims would be told the show's catchphrase "Smile, you're on Candid Camera!" While the American original goes way back to the late forties – 1948 first on ABC - both the German and the Austrian versions were most popular in the 1960s.
Opposite to the American original Germany’s „Vorsicht Kamera!“ (Attention! Camera!) contained nude scenes. Among several others there was a scene at a gasstation, once with a nude girl arriving in her car to fill up, while the camera watched the attendants reactions, another whith a nude girl as the attendant to surprise costumers. They also did a lot of jokes with cabdrivers and nude girls as well. Many revivals of the show appeared everywhere in the world – including Playboy Television and others.

In September 1980 it was an Austrian film production company to pick up on the idea for another time. The name of the show should have been: „Das darf doch nicht wahr sein!” (This can’t be true!). The production company only produced a pilot trailer to apply at TV-Stations, but it seems 1980 was not a good year for another revival. The show did not go on air. Yet a trailer was produced and I heard it is still existing somewhere in the archives of the production company. I just don’t know whom to ask so far...
This is what happened – according to Thomas, one of the three cameramen involved:

Gabriel B. who used to run an acknowledged production company created a revival of Candid Camera. The plot: A man and his lover in bed are suprised by the wife coming home. The girl jumps out of the bed in panic to hide on the street side balcony. Seconds later the wife appears in the bedroom and starts yelling. The nude girl just grabbed her shoes while the rest of her belongings are still on the bedroom floor. There is some ongoing construction works at the house. A ladder is leaning next to the balcony. The wife’s hysterical yelling is to be heard in the street - she already found the girl’s belongings. The nude girl decides to climb down the ladder to street level. Whenever people appear - pedestrian walking along the street - the action starts and the nude girl has to climb down the ladder and both her action and the reaction of the people were filmed. The scene was set in suburban 17th district of Vienna, in a side street. Two cameras were hidden in a VW wagon parking opposite the house and another camera filmed next to the scene from a small tent at a fake construction site on top of the sidewalk. Gabriel B. sitting in the station wagon directed the show via walkie talkies in the bedroom and inside the tent. There was not very much traffiic in the street, just a couple of people looking out of their windows watching the activities...
The first test and rehearsal: Sylvia steps out on the balcony, her shoes in her hands, hiding at the wall next to the balcony door, she puts her shoes on. There she waits, nude and buxom, her hair in disorder. The wife is yelling inside, Sylvia looks at the ladder and decides to climb down to street level. She climbs over the guard rail and carefully steps down the ladder. The betrayed wife appears on the balcony to throw down Sylvia’s cloth and her handbag. Everything went well – except Sylvia was not very agile in climbing down the ladder in high heels. But the producer insited on the shoes.
„Sylvia arriving at the set just looked great!” Thomas explained his first impression, „what a sexy girl wearing huge sunglasses, tight jeans and a skintight knitted top - very thin wool, her nice full bust shining through! She was friendly, charming, showing a very sexual presence. I remember how the producer asked her, if she likes to do the first rehearsal in a bikini. She just smiled: ‚I did not bring a bikini!’ What a delicious sight she was, when she undressed a little later! Nude in high heels, her tanned skin, her wonderful tits!”
After rehearsal the team waited for about five minutes to film the first encounter. Two construction workers came along the street. Sylvia stepped out of the door just before the two men reached the ladder. The wife yelled inside, the workers looked up and watched the nude girl on the balcony. Sylvia climbed over the rail - nice move with wide straddled legs - and down the ladder. What a view for the two men! Their looks where just hilarious...
„This part was considered as a critical scene,” Thomas explained, „nuditiy in general was widely accepted on TV in the late 1970s. On the other hand a nude girl stepping down a ladder with people at the bottom looking up, obviously in a position to look at the girl’s pussy, was a bit too much. Not that you could see details on TV, but the revealing of the most intimate part of the female body was critical, reactions by the viewing public as much as organizations – e.g. the Catholic Church – were expected!” Yet they did the scene this way. Down at street level Sylvia collected her belongings and went back into the building.
The second victim was an elderly man walking his small dog – followed by an old lady just behind him. The „wife” always started yelling to attract attention, so the victims would look up to spot the nude girl on the balcony. So did the man. The girl put on her shoes, climbed over the rail again to step down. And while the old man was looking up the ladder and obviously admired the view from below, the old lady arrived at the scene and startet to bluster about the immoral nude woman. Sylvia arrived at street level, smiled at the old man and picked up her belongings. The camera inside the tent filmed close up scenes of the old lady while she was ranting and raving about a naked woman in the street. The producer tried to calm her down later explaining what this is all about and the lady finally gave permission to publish the material filmed.
„I remember how the producer interrupted the filming at this point. He urgently explaind to Sylvia how to move. Down at street level she should try to keep a more sidewise postion to camera, because he did not want too many full frontal shots. That girl was so very easy-going in her nudity!”
The third encounter was the best. Four young dudes came along the street. They still were in a certain distance when the betrayed wife started yelling – she did it a bit too early. Nude Sylvia hiding next to the door, put her heels on. The four guys spotted her and started to run. Sylvia climbed over the guard rail of the balcony. All four dudes shoved at the botton of the ladder, looking up to watch the approaching ass and raised their hands to welcome the girl. At the same time a van drove along the street from the other side. The car stopped and two guys also watched the scene from inside the van. As soon as Sylvia reached street level she really had a busy job to keep all those hands off her body. The dudes grabbed her, holded her, having fun even touching her tits and ass.The two guys stepped out of their van too – nude Sylvia was surrounded by six guys - but finally they also helped her to pick up her cloth and the handbag. They beset her, touched her, they did not want to let her go, holding her and they finally asked her to dress and to join them for a drink. The whole scene lasted for a good 20 minutes – and the producer did not interrupt, he just let it go on and on. On the other hand, there was no indication the whole situation might have been embarrassing for Sylvia. Actually, the girl had a lot of fun.


(A video cap from a so called "Art Project” - two years later Sylvia again appeared nude in public streets)

A couple of people walked by while everybody was preparing the staging again. The next victims where two blue collar workers coming along the street. They heard the yelling, looked up, watched the girl stepping down the ladder, but they did not react at all. The two men just looked straight faced. To me it was a very special scene compared to all the suprise, laughing, talking and touching and the involvement of all the others.
In the following scene it was a painter coming along the street carrying two huge buckets of stain. The usual procedure started above him and he just stood there with his two buckets. Thomas remembered how Sylvia - she stepped down the ladder a couple of times meanwhile - was a little sloppy already. Right in the middel of her way down she lost hold. She staggered on the ladder, paddled with one leg in the air and revealed even more of her pussy – you could even see it on camera screen. Thomas mentioned how Gabriel immediately stated, the scene has to be edited – asking the script-girl for a remark. For a while the painter looked really helpless. Sylvia’s cloth and handbag were thrown down by the wife and the painter finally put down his buckets to help Sylvia collecting her belongings. When she was standing in front of him with her bundle and the bag, he suddenly approched her, put his arms around her body and tried to kiss her. He later apologized he just got carried away not knowing what he was doing...
What imperessed Thomas most – according to his report – was Sylvia’s absolutely unconcerned behavior. All action she performed. she did in a way as if she was fully dressed. No sign of shame in any of the various situations. „I talked to Sylvia at a little break right at the beginning, after the second or third take. She stood at the entrance of the old building leaning against a cordon. ‚You are one of the camera operators, aren’t you?!’ she smiled. Sylvia smoked a cigarette, hanging around there in her high heels and naked. I looked at her nice bust and with her legs slightly apart I could see her pussy lips as well. I introduced myself and looked down again. ‚Do you just want to have a look or do you fantasize some more hands-on activity?’ she asked with a dirty grin. She was teasing me the hard way, kind of using the power of her sex to irritate me. This is at least what I thougt at that moment. ‚You for sure are aware of the impact of your sexy body!’ I mumbled. ‚We might have a longer break later and some time to meet in the garden. Did you ever do it spontaneously behind some bushes?’ She said with a very broad grin. I was really nervous and insecrue. She realized that and laughed. I moved on and she said: ‚I didn’t try to diss you – I was just joking!’
Very much later, she also just chuckled when four hands squeezed her tits, while others were at her ass or even between her legs. Besides the fact, the producer and director advised her a couple of times to watch her postion, to turn her body sideways to prevent full frontal views, she also was too casual after her belongings landed on the sidewalk. Usually Sylvia just bended down. The producer told her to better hunker down instead, because her pussy was to obviously revealed in the scene. Actually all her acting and her nude body looked great – especially her buxom bust bouncing while stepping down the ladder – while all ongoing discussions and advices were about the fact, she always showed to much of her pussy!
After the scene with the painter was shot, there was a little break and later they filmed an encounter with a young couple coming from one side of the street and an old man coming from the other. While both men where laughing at the nude girl, the young woman was really shocked, calling Sylvia a „whore”, trying to pull her man out of the scene. She was the only person who did not want to be seen on TV. She rejected to sign permission.
The final scene was an encounter with a really friendly old lady. She laughed at Sylvia coming down the ladder, she stated everybody should walk around streets in the nude and wanted to talk with Sylvia about her reasons to do so. When she was told the whole thing was filmed for Candid Camera, she was very amused. She even wanted to stay, to join the team and watch more encounters to come. The old lady was very disappointed when she found out, we already did eight scenes and that she unfortunately appeard in the last.

According to Thomas they started around eleven with the first rehearsal. When they finished the last encounter it was almost two o’clock. Sylvia was nude all the time. She did not even use a bathrobe or a towel in between scenes. Most of the time she waited upstairs inside the apartment, but sometimes she also walked around in the street. Once she went over across the street to the station wagon when Gabriel B. called her to to talk to her or she was standing in the street, smoking a cigarette waiting for the next scene.
Finally Thomas mentioned, Sylvia was not only booked as a nude model for this job, she also had a „special relationship” with Gabriel B. Being on the job, Thomas heard Gabriel and Sylvia talking about an upcoming party at his house within the next couple of days. Thomas told me, Gabriel was widely acknowledged as a noble host. Thomas as well was invited to some of the huge parties thrown at the house of Gabriel and his attractive wife Barbara. Beside of regular events with up to 30 or 40 guests, there also were rumors of special „sex parties” with handpicked friends. These so called „group sex parties” were quite common in the late 1970s and early 80s. At the shooting Thomas heard Gabriel and Sylvia talking about an upcoming event. Gabriel said she will be a „special guest” to stimulate the atmosphere. In general only couples were invited, no single men or women. But Sylvia was obviously invited as a single girl because of her special talents. At the shooting she definitely delivered proof of her visual talents. And Thomas mentioned Sylvia was known for being a very loose gal not very choosey concerning her sex-partners. As a special guest at a „group sex party” for couples, he assumed, the single girl for sure was an outstanding asset. „She was a kind of girl, every man for sure wanted to fuck at a sex-party!” Thomas explained, „and she definitely is the one willing to have sex with more than five or six man in a row!”

Since Group Sex Parties were a very typical sign for the sexual liberaion of the 1970s, I also did some more inquires on the mentioned parties. According to a couple of interviews I did – some people involved were really reserved to tell me details though – the parties at Gabriel’s fancy house were thrown every two or three month over a period of a couple of years. At the beginning Sylvia just appeared as a stimulant – a good looking, sexy nude to raise sexual appetite. Later she was heavily involved into dirty sexual activies as well. This will be subject of a seperate chapter...

[RonaldGray]

Carola provides more of a round-up than a single story.

Recently in a coffeshop where I met a friend, I saw an older woman I thought I knew. Her name is Carola and she was the spouse of photographer Mike G. Carola was together with Mike for more than 10 years from the late 70s to the 80s. After my friend left I decided to approach her. She knew who I am and I had a coffee with her. We talked about the past and about Mike. Carola told me she really was in love with him. Her major problem in their relationship was the fact, that Mike always tried to have affairs with young models but never really succeeded. Carola smiled remembering that Mike was not a good looking guy at all. He was a good photographer and in the 1970s young models approached him for tests, because his photography was really good. But with his looks, his age, his bald patch and always too long, greasy hair hanging down and - most of all - because of his strange bulgy eyes he was anything but a young model’s dream. Mike was always in a bad mood when he got the brush-off again. Carola hated that, because it happened again and again. „On the other hand it was very sad! But there was one exception I remember, a good looking nude model,” Carola said. She did not mention a name until I asked. „Her name was Sylvia!” (Here she reached the point I wanted to come to) „Sylvia had sex with Mike because she was known for having sex with almost everybody anyway. Mike misinterpred her attitude though. He really was in love with her and even if he knew, she just let him at her honeypot occasionally because it was just her way of being nice, he still wanted to believe, there must be something more!” I asked Carola how she dealed with the fact, she was together with Mike knowing he always is after young models and even had sex with some of them?! „Not some,” she replied, „one!” Carola told me, her relationsship with Mike was very much different. She liked him, she was in love with him because of different reasons. She said: „It was his obsession! I loved him for other reasons and he never succeeded anyway!” Carola also stressed the fact she is an artist (she is a graphic designer) and she never accepted social role plays – especially when she was young. Carola tolerated Mike’s needs and cravings when it came to those young and pretty models. Her theory sounded a bit complex to me, I spare the details.
We talked about the Seventies and my book-project a little longer, but than I carefully moved the subject back to Sylvia and her attitude to be „always nice to men”. Carola thinks, she is able to explain: „Sylvia had two very close girl-friends those days, Beate and Sabine. I knew both of them very well. I remember I talked with Sabina a couple of times...” Carola now told me what I already heard before: Sabine admired Sylvia a lot for her way of life, being a nude model and also for her free and many sexual adventures. When I mentioned a magazine-article from 1977, reporting Sylvia had sex with 500 men, Carola said: „I think it is true! Sabine also told me! I remember a conversation I had with her in a coffee shop one afternoon and Sabine said, Sylvia was a late starter, she was almost 18 when she had sex for the first time...” As a student of fashion design, she discovered the effects of very sexy outfits. She designed dresses, tops and skirts herself. She loved how men looked at her wearing really plunging necklines, very short skirts or when she was topless at public pools. Sylvia loved to show her firm bust, often wearing just jackets or cardigans leaving all buttons open to tease men. And with a derogatory smile she added: „Sylvia was the one who was first in line to get undressed at parties just for having some fun. And many times the next step was casual sex. A lot of people just called her ‚Die Fut’ (vulg. Viennese slang for cunt) and she knew. Some even addressed her this way – ‚Hello Cunt! How are you!’ or „Hey Cunt, we have a party tonite! You like to join?’ Can you imagine?! A person reduced to a single part of her body with a vulgar term! On the other hand: We were lucky! We lived in the Seventies!" Carola summerized, "that was the best time ever. Long enough for the pill to be accepted and long before Aids appeared... It was a decade of free sex and everything was allowed!" (It was Carola who gave me this statement first).

I recently read a new statistic about promiscuity. According to a worldwide survey the average woman at the age of 30 had 6 sexpartners. The subject appeard interesting to me, because of all the rumors and stories about Sylvia. In Germany actual figures in the group of woman between 20 and 35 show 5% of woman with no sexpartner at all and also 5% with more than 30. The peak figure is 22% with 6 to 10 lovers. Any woman at the age of 30 who had more than 30 lovers will be called a „slut” and according to an English magazine, a British woman who had 100 lovers at the age of 35 is already called an „extreme”. How „extreme” was Sylvia than?

„Sabine once asked Sylvia about the number of her sexpartners,” Carola mentioned a little later,„and her answer was: At a hundred I stopped counting them!” In 1976 Sylvia was 23 years of age. She had a relationship with a more than 60 year old photographer, who really was a dirty old man. „You might remember Kovrik,” Carola explained, „known for his sometimes perverted photography. Sylvia was his girl and his favorite model for some time! She experienced all kinds of sexual perversions working with the old man. Kovrik used her as his favorite model for some extreme fantasies. She found herself nude in very strange circumstances and she had to do it with a lot of men – mainly just posing with men, but sometimes Kovrik also did hard core pornography! I believe her relationship with the perverted photographer was the beginning and the major reason for everything she did afterwards! Both as a model and also as her attitude to be a dirty girl, a real slut!”

I know some of Kovrik’s photography (you also find some in the web) but I did not know the following one: Kovrik recreated a scene from the 1972 movie „Che?” (What?) by Roman Polanski. At the end of this movie American actress Sydne Rome escapes from a house full of sexual maniacs. She is naked. In the heavy rain of a thunderstorm she reaches a small road, just when a truck slowly drives by. She runs to follow the truck to climb on the platform. It is a cattle truck with a load of pigs. The nude girl has to share the space with several pigs. Inspired by the movie Kovrik did a pictorial with nude Sylvia in the same situation, shot at a farm north of Vienna. Totally nude she had to sit in the stinking manure on a trailer, with a farmer on his tractor in front. The cattle carrier was much smaller than the truck in the movie and Sylvia was sitting close together with five fat hogs. Kovrik also asked her to use a sugar-beet to insert deep into her vagina. And Sylvia did what the photographer wanted...
At this point I decided to really concentrate on finding more photos Mr. Kovrik shot with Sylvia. Before that I looked at the final scene from the mentioned movie "What?” You’ll find it in the net.
„As far as I know, Kovrik was the first photographer who booked Sylvia regulary,” Carola explained, „long before her wellknown advertising campaigns or her Playboy pictures. I remember the rumors of those days: Old pervert Kovrik always asked young models if they are willing to pose nude for him. Sylvia must have been a fluke for him. After he asked his regular question, she did not even say ‚Yes’ or ‚No!’ – she just got undressed. He immediately „tested” her and while doing this, he also had sex with her. Within weeks, he did a couple of shootings with her – including a „casting-story”. He engaged an Arabian looking guy from his neighborhood as a partner for Sylvia. The pictures-story about a casting ended with a hard-core scene – the Arabian neighbour screwed the young model! Kovrik discovered his ultimate model to realize his dirty perception of erotic photography!”



„I heard, Sylvia and Teddy Kovrik had a lasting affair, a love affair!” I mentioned, „the girl was his lover. At his age, he must have been very happy to have such a a young and sexy mistress. But he still used her as a model for his hard core pictures?” „Certainly!” Carola replied, „I am sure, her willingness to pose nude and to accept all kinds of sex-partners appeared as first priority to a man like Kovrik. The fact he also had a love affair with her might have been just a nice side effect. Don’t forget: He was an old man with life experience, not a young boy in love. When he shooted her as a street-hooker she had to fuck with a couple of tricks. Kovrik got his share later!”

Coming back to the conversation about Sylvia’s lovers, Carola mentioned she also talked with Sylvia's best girl friend Sabine about the article. „500” was just a made up figure in the article, she believes, but Sylvia once told Sabine, it is a very funny coincidence. The number of Sylvia’s men was around 500 when the article was published in 1977. (That would be an average of 71 different men per year, or six every month – to me, that really sounds a bit extreme! On the other hand, if Sylvia really used every opportunity for casual sex with those men she met at her jobs, at castings or shootings, or with accquintanances she made at clubs or parties, the average would be two more guys in a week – what at least sounds reasonable for a woman with Sylvia’s attitude!)
„If you consider Sylvia had sex affairs with some 500 men between the age of 17 and 24 and you also keep in mind, she did not do a jump start, insofar as the frequency increased with time, it could very well be that Sylvia reached a thousand before she became 30!” Carola explained. „Do you think she never felt in love with one of those many guys?” I wanted to know. „She might have,” Carola smiled, „but her sexual appetite and her curiosity must have been much stonger!”
„Do you have any of Mike’s photos he did with Sylvia?” I asked her later. „I don’t have any of Mike’s photos, exept some private shots he did of me,” Carola answered, „but he photographed Sylvia very, very often. She also went with him to his horsestable at ‚Bucklige Welt’. I remember some arguments we had about this fact, because the remote and romantic place, the stable and the old guesthouse were kind of a private hideaway and I did not want him to take models there – not even Sylvia, the girl I accepted as his exceptional passion. She accompanied him a couple of times. He even photographed her horseback riding. He really loved it when she was riding a horse naked. I saw a couple of photos showing her nude-back or on a saddle riding across grasslands or along a remote forest path. Mike also did some very daring nude photos in the old guesthouse, very nice black and white photography of Sylvia in the rooms, around the house and even at the toilet. Any kind of fantasy that Mike brought up, Sylvia always was willing to perform. I remember one series of photos of naked Sylvia in bed with an old farmer. Actually she was laying on the old fahioned wooden bed and the farmer was sitting next to her, fully dressed. He was an old man with tanned and brittle rough hands from a lifetime of hard work. It was not a porn scene, Mike just liked the contrast of the old man and the young nude girl and his rough hands touching her skin. You just have to imagine the time in the late 1970s, this remote area of Austria close to the Iron Curtain and a farmer suddenly finding himself next to a nude girl! The people there were living in the past, 50 years back of time. I think the poor man never saw his own wife naked! If Mike would have asked the farmer to have sex with Sylvia, she would have been willing to do it. She was used to this kind of staging from her former lover Kovrik. But the old farmer for sure would have refused. He would have been too ashamed to undress in front of somebody. When I think about it, it still is very funny to just imagine the situation!”

I told Carola about various vintage pictorials to be found in the net nowadays - including some hardcore and fetish stuff as well – but I never found any indicated as Mike Glienke’s work. Carola said, she knows about a couple of published nude advertising shots Mike did with Sylvia. I might be just a questions of time until someone uploads those old pictures. „I think Sylvia was seen in pictorials for Playboy magazine, in some French and Italian magazines and also in some obscure Austrian smutty publication. „Playboy” used to be Baumann’s department those days, Mike’s direct competition. I am still convinced, Mike was the much better girlie-photographer of both. His photos were much more in the flesh, Bauman’s definitely were more superficial and impersonal, less erotic as well.
Somebody made a video-film in 1979,” Carola said, „it was shot at Mike’s studio while he photographed Sylvia! She was nude just wearing long boots...!” „I know that video,” I stated, „but it was taken at a shooting Peter Baumann did!” Carola shook her head. „No!” she smiled, „I have seen that one as well. It’s a black and white video film shot a year before. Everybody knows that one because of the disgusting scene with a dog! Mike would never allow shit like that! He would never have done it! The one I am talking about featured the same nude girl and the same sexy boots, but it was shot in color. Mike by the way never really admired Playboy photography, his only model, his paragon was Francis Giacobetti and the work he did for French LUI. You already saw many photos of Sylvia, you might have realized, she was the first popular model and the first advertising model in Austria, who not only showed tits and ass. Mike was very impressed by her attitude to spread her legs and show even the most intimate part of her body – a basic tabu in the 1970s. I have not seen the video for a long time, but I remember the film featured a lot of scenes showing Mike while he photographed Sylvia in such extreme poses. In 1970 pictures like that would have be considered as pornography – while today you see millions of such poses in the internet!” Carola also told me what happened after they finsihed the photoshoot. She remembers Mike telling her, how much he was confused about some real hard sex of a girl with four guys. „Deep in his heart Mike was very conservative. He could fantasize a lot as an artist, as a photographer, but to really experience some extreme sex irritated him. After he finsihed the shooting for the video-session, it was the guy operating the video camera who tried his luck with an obviously very horny nude model. A little later he, his assistant, Mike and also his assistant shared one single girl. According to Mike, it must have been really hard sex – but Sylvia wanted it!”
After this part, Carola pondered for a moment to add: „I remember an argument I once had with Mike. After one of those weekends at the remote guesthouse in the South of Burgenland, he showed me a couple of black and white photos he did. All pictures featured Sylvia around the old building, in hallways and stairwells, outside the rooms. Many of the pictures showed her with her legs spread – most offensive poses with her pussy to be seen in full. In some photos there also were two or three men to be seen watching the girl – just their shoulders and their backs, close to camera, out of focus. First of all, I did not like this kind of photography. There was nothing erotic in this poses, much too obvious, 'Gynecologist-Material’ I called this kind of thing. Secondly the photos were useless! There was no way to publish them. Even in the very liberal Seventies no serious magazine would have published this kind of photography. The only way to have his work published would have been in Scandinavian porn-magazines. Being worried about Mike’s reputation in the area I also wanted to know, how he found those men to pose in front of Sylvia. Mike said, they were locals. He just asked them to stand there and they did. And why did he talk Sylvia into such offensive poses? Mike claimed, he did not talk her into those poses, they started with her legs closed. Only later Sylvia suddenly spread her legs. He liked they way how he could push the envelope. That’s why he did it.
After we talked about some other subjects Carola suddenly asked: „Do you remember Hannes and Susi?” I did not kow whom she was talking about until I realized, they were the owners of a famous vineyard restaurant in suburban Vienna. The restaurant closed years ago after the death of the couple. But I remember that I have been there a couple of times as well. Carola said: „Talking about four guys and Sylvia, I just remembered that couple. They were typical conservative vinefarmers of cause, but in the mid 1970s their restaurant suddenly became a hot spot for the very chic and beautiful. The couple decided to become part of a more fancy scene of the young and beautiful people in Vienna, models, photographers, designers and this kind of scene. It started with fancy parties at their house and slowly developed into sex parties. There was a clique of friends having group sex events – especially in summer in their huge garden and around the pool. Mike also was invited sometimes. Years later he told me, he only once had a short affair with Susi, but at the other group sex events, the only girl he had sex with was Sylvia. Even in a liberal atmosphere of a group sex party with up to ten models or other pretty girls, Mike never had a chance to have sex with any other girl than Sylvia. Even that was not very special – a girl like Sylvia had sex with up to ten men at such a party. Mike was just one of them. One off – who’s next? This kind of fun! Somehow this is very, very funny! And when I think about it today, I actually feel pity for him.”

By the way - I did not tell Carola that I recently met Mike. His memories about Sylvia are covered in tale No. 4 – „One of those usual jobs”.

[RonaldGray]

By Martin B.

„The day was the 30th of August 1979,” Martin told me, „I remember the date because it was my 27th birthday!”
Martin B. was assistant to Bernd-Peter Kubelka, the elderly photographer who walked with a limp. He was disabled because of his stiff left leg. Kubelka was an advertising photographer mainly for average and cheaper kinds of productions such as flyers or catalogs. And he very often booked Sylvia for semi nude and nude photos.
Kubelka also did a nice pictorial called „Green Bar” – the pictures will be subject of my one of my next postings. Here is a pretaste:



At 30th of August 1979 the photographer was appointed with a very good job: Shooting pictures for the 1980 so-and-so calendar - a tool company, I spare the brand. Martin remembers the shooting as on of the best of his time working for the photographer. „The job was a real highlight. 12 photos with six models and very good money. Sylvia was one of the six models. Kubelka booked her for two pictures. The classic theme for the 1980 calendar: Nude and semi nude girls with tools in their hands, black & white photography. Present at the studio were the art director, I remember him as a very young guy, and the advertising manager of the company. He had a Yugoslav name starting with a P. Let’s call him Mr. P. Sylvias tools were defined as a roto hammer, an almost one meter long machine made of steel and of more than 20 pounds of weight. Her second tool an early example of a high pressure cleaner, kind of a steamy big vacuum cleaner with an attached hose thick as an arm. On the majority of the planned pictures all girls were wearing jeans or panties because they had to handle smaller tools. It was an advertising production after all – tits yes, pubic hair no! Kubelka choosed Sylvia for the two biggest tools and what she should wear was a pair of black high heels.
Sylvia arrived at the studio looking perfect. She just been to the hairdresser. Minutes later she came out of the dressing room naked, tanned, no tan lines and looking great. Art director and client standing there with big eyes. „Isn’t she moving material to jerk off!” Kubelka yelled, „her tits so gorgeous one just has to squeeze them!” He was proud of his casting while the faces of the two other men showed a more awkward expression about his words.
We started with the roto hammer, a clear symbol of a phallus. Standing there on a light grey paper-roll background Sylvia just looked georgeous. A heroic pose, legs slightly spread, a big firm bust, head held high and a slightly arrogant expression in her face. Sylvia could hardly hold the heavy tool in a way to cover partly her tits and her pubic hair. Kubelka could only take a maximum of ten photos until the tool was to heavy to hold. She started to move and the low part of the tool did not cover her pubic hair anymore. Whenever Mr P. realized the thing could fall off her hands, the man rushed to the nude model to help. Standing close to her, he took the weight off her arms and Sylvia could relax for a moment. Mr P. basically appeared as a not very friendly and somehow uptight man, but when Sylvia was in trouble holding the big device he turned into an eager helping hand. Because of neccessary breaks the shooting of the first motive took almost three hours. At the end Sylvia was exhausted and the eager man was too, who by and by became more intimate with the model.
After a break of 20 minutes, some coffee and some cigarettes, Sylvia took her white bathrobe off again to handle the pressure cleaner and the attached hose. This tool was not as heavy. Sylvia again stood straight upright, legs apart, a both heroic and aggressive pose, holding the machine with both hands while the hose was hanging down to cover her pussy. By the way - talking about her pussy: It was the time when those litte G-strings were a hot beach fashion. Sylvia was known for wearing the smallest possible g-strings. So she had to shave her pubic hair quiete a bit. Her pussy lips were always present, when not covered by a tool. And she was the nude model also showing pussy with no shame at all – what she also did at this job. So you can imagine the looks of the men...
For the second shot - standing upright, the tool pressed at her firm tits, Sylvia only had to show a couple of expression and the shot was done. A nice detail in this case was the fact the hose had to cover the pubic hair. It had to be moved into the right position all the time. So Mr. P. was on duty again. It was really funny to watch him entering the scene, down on his knees in front of the girl he moved the hose a little to the left, a little to the right, with all the care of a precision mechanic. And the girl looked down at him with a smile when he did his job just inches away from her juicy pussy.
After the second shot Sylvia put on the bathrobe again to sit down and smoke another cigarette. My job was to switch off the lights and clear the equipment while Kubelka, the art director and Mr. P were talking about the following pictures to be shot in the next couple of days. After not very long the art director left and the photographer opened a bottle of red vine. Sylvia still hanging around in the studio finally asked if her job is done and if she might dress now. Mr. P. looked at her and mentioned: „Your hot body will be the highlight of our calendar. The other girls will face a hard time to be recognized at all!” Sylvia went to the dressing room. I heard Mr. P. asking the photographer if it would be a problem, if Kubelka would take some extra shots. To remember this job the advertising manager asked if he could have a kind of „behind the scene” photo showing him and Sylvia at the job.
Kubelka smiled and went to call Sylvia back into the studio. Advertising manager Mr. P. wanted a „simple photo” showing him with Sylvia. „Nude or dessed?“ she asked. „Since you are naked for the sake of our calendar..,” he smiled. Kubelka told him to take some scripts to hold them in his hand. Standing next to naked Sylvia he pretended to explain the scene to her – to show a professional behavior. After some photos, Kubelka called me in. He also wanted to be on the picture and I was ordered to take the photographs. The two men took the nude model in the middle, both having their arms around her, they started to touch, she started to giggle, instead of a professional pose the scene turned into some fooling about.
Shortly after Kubelka turned at me asking if I already did something he asked me to do days before. An unimportant bit to fetch something from somewhere – I can’t even remember what it was! What he had in mind was sending me out of the studio. So I left. I do not know what happened - it just was so obvious. When I arrived back in the studio two hours later, Mr. P. and Sylvia already left. I did not dare to ask my boss. But a couple of days later I met Sylvia in a club. We talked about the shooting and I told her, the pictures turned out to be gorgeous. And I also asked her in a very innocent way, what had happen after I left. She just smiled at me. „You know what happened! You know your boss!“ she said, „he needed an incentive for his important client!”
„Did you really do it?” I suspected it of cause, but I still could not belive it. „You mean next to posing nude with him on a souvenir photo?” she smiled. „I can’t believe you are willing to be used like this! Isn’t it enough that you pose with the ugly dude on a photo?!” „Are you sure I am in love with Kubelka?” she asked. I shooked my head. „But I fuck with him!” she stated, „you know that he fucks me sometimes!” I knew that. „Why shouldn’t I do him a favor to fuck with an important client. He is an important client to me as well! It is not a big deal!”

I did not want to engross in the thought how it happened. I didn’t want to find out if my boss left Sylvia alone with the client in the studio to let him screw her or if he joined in for a threesome... The day was my 27th birthday! Sylvia was about 25 at that time, a really good looking, very sexy pigeon. She would have been a nice birthday present for me. But she fucked with a client twice her age - and also with Kubelka, this ugly fart with a stiff leg!”

[RonaldGray]

An interview with Margret H.

At my conversation with Carola, ex spouse of photographer Mike G. she mentioned a shooting Teddy Kovrik did with Sylvia inspired by a scene from the 1972 movie „What?” by Roman Polanski. (see: "Meeting Carola”) It seems evidence is hard to find. I could not find anybody who knows something about the shooting with Sylvia and there are no pictures. I called Carola again but she also did not have any idea whom to approach. But a couple of days later, she called again. Margret H. is a make up artist, an old lady by now. She was present at the shooting in 1976. And Carola provided Margret’s phone number. I called her...

The old lady did not want to meet me personally after I mentioned the movie „What?” and the recreation of the final scene on a cattle trailer. „Kovrik booked me as a make up artist and assistent,” she said on the phone, „but I had no idea what a digusting kind of photography he wanted to do with a young but absolutley wrecked girl. This little thing was more of a pig than the real pigs she posed with!”
Margret did not want to talk about it. It took some time to tell her I am just a journalist doing some inquiry on the life of Teddy Kovrik as a chapter of a book about the 1970s. Finally she told me what happend at a farm in Ziersdorf/Lower Austria in 1976. I think it is a nice idea to tell the story the way Margret told me – full of dislike and contempt:

„We went to Ziersdorf by car. The girl – I have forgotten her name – was a young model. Meeting them both I had no idea she also was Kovarik’s lover. She was in her early 20s and to me it was inconceivable she was the mistress of this old dirty man. Driving to location we talked about the movie „What?” Roman Polanski is a famous director, Marcello Mastroanni a most acknowledged actor, I could not suspect anything of what happened later.
It was an old farm near Ziersdorf. We met the farmer, his wife and two of his farm laborers. It seemed Kovrik talked to the man before, because everything was already prepared. There was a tractor with a small trailer waiting in front of the stables. The platform was covered with stinking manure. Upon our arrival Kovrik explained his basic concept again. I prepared his cameras and the two workers drove five dirty pigs out of the stable into the cattle trailer. One of the workers then joined the old farmer on the tractor when we drove to our final location, an abandoned farm building not far away. We followed the tractor by car. At our final location tractor and trailer were parked in front of the rotten farmhouse. The first surprise was the girl undressing in front of us – even in front of the farmer and the his young laborer, who was a young man and you know some of the people out there in the remote regions of Lower Austria. He was a bit of a retarded young man who stared at the nude girl as if she was Martian...
The young model took all her cloth off to put them into the car. She was naked, just wearing shoes. I was advised to do her hair in a very casual way, more unkempt than stylish. Also her make up was supposed to be very restrained, no bright red lips, almost no eye make up. I was not really surprised about her nudity, because Kovrik was known for many of his sometimes very unorthodox photography with young nude girls. But right from the beginning I realized the more than shameless behavior of this model – she was this kind of an exhibitionist you sometimes find amoung models. She wore a pair of old, black cowboy boots. Kovrik advised the girl to walk around in some mud to add some dirt to the boots for a more authentic look. The model was kind of pretty, a young girl with a nice body. But she also was really wrecked and absolutely shameless in the way she walked around there. The first photos Kovrik did were shot from behind the trailer. The farmer stitting behind the wheel, his workman placed aside of him on top of the big mud guard of the tractor. The vehicle did not move, it was just standing there, but the nude model had to run after the vehicle as if it was in motion. Kovarik’s concept was a girl running away from anything trying to reach the trailer. Until this point I did not know she was supposed to actually climb into the trailer with all that stinking manure and five dirty pigs sitting in it – it was like they where brought to the slaughterhouse...
I never saw the movie „What?” but Kovrik said, it is a scene from that film. It must have been a very disgusting movie, what I actually don’t believe, because Polanski is such a good director and Mastroanni would never act in a movie of this kind!

After the first shots of the running girl the photographer moved closer. The nude girl had to run a couple of times along the pebbly farm lane – I remember how I tought of what might happen if she just stumbles to fall down! Kovrik yelled at her all the time: „Faster! Run faster! You are in panic! You have to run! I want to see it!” She would seriously hurt herself with her nude body sliding along the gravel... But that reckless dude did not care at all! After the photograpger moved closer to the sceney, the model was advised to jump at the rear board of the trailer and to climb into it. I remember i was so staggered by that idea I shouted: „You can’t expect her to do it!” It was not easy for her to do it. It was a small single axle trailer, not very high, regular boards around the platform, but with extra gate on top. It appeared to be quite a challenge to climb up – especially for a nude girl. She failed a couple of times. She also hurt herself once jumping at the trailer - jumping at it, her hands slipped and her nude body really slammed at the wooden board. I think she scratched her quite big bust - standing there whining and holding her bust, while Kovrik yelled at her to move on. He really was an asshole! She had to do it again and finally she managed to grab the top of the gate, pulling herself up to sit right on top of it. She looked down to the pigs, obviously looking for a good way to step in...


To illustrate the scene, I used a pic from Sylvia's "Savaged" shooting. It was shot two years later.

The photographer again shouted at her: „Just let loose! Let yourself fall into it – it’s soft!” I was outraged! How could he possible demand from a nude girl to just let herself fall into the menage?! Into the middle of a small trailer with five dirty pigs?! The trailer was very small and already filled with fat hogs. I called the girl’s name – I think it was Susan or Sybille - shouting: „You don’t have to do it! Come down! Don’t listen to this asshole!” Kovrik really turned angry with me. „Shut up! This is the scene in the movie! She knew it! It’s her job, this is what she is booked for!” The girl – maybe her name was Sylvia, yes, Sylvia! – she was still sitting on top of the gate while I started an argument. „You can’t force a stupid young girl to do it!” I shouted, „she is naive! She trusts you – just to be a good model!” And to the girl I said: „Don’t do it. The old asshole is using you!” I remember the model looked at me almost with pity in her eyes. This shameless young and arrogant bitch might have thought I am just a prude and inhibited woman. I still continued to rant and rave while Kovrik turned back into position. „Come on!“ he yelled and the girl just let herself fall into the trailer...

The girl stood up again waiting in the trailer while Kovrik drove his car next to the trailer – I remember it was one of those wonderful Citroen DS Estates. He climbed on top of the roof on the rack on his car. He asked the farmer to look forward as if he was driving the tractor, while the laborer should stare at the girl in the trailer. I could not believe what was happening there in front of my eyes. I was determined to leave the set, to abandon my fee just to take a bus home. I did not want to be part of a job like this – just imagined my name might appear in the credits later!
The nude model, already a little dirty, cowered in the trailer, five fat pigs snuffled next to her. The girl was surrounded by pigs! She had close contact with the stiff-bristled, dirty hogs. Kovrik demanded a couple of absurd poses from her. She cowered next to a pig, both arms on on top of the back of the animal, squeezing her big bust on the bristles of the hog’s skin. The model also was told to move over one of the pigs, standing with her legs spread and bending foreward. It was pornography of the perverted kind how she was presenting the most intimate parts of her body. She also tried to sit on a pig’s back, but the swine moved and shook to get rid of the burden. Next she was standig there amoung the hogs holding the head of one animal with both hands, the hog’s beak pointing between her legs. But the pig immediately started to sniff forcing forward, so the girl turned around in fear. It was disgusting what Kovrik demanded from that girl! Finally she was actually sitting with her naked bottom in the mud. And she was in very close contact with the hogs – what a ridiculous scene. I was really angry about this kind of photography – and even more because I was part of it.
I tell you, this nude and shameless girl did not care. I think she even thought it is funny to pose in dirt, surrounded by pigs, watched by odd farm people. She was one of those models that are good looking but supid enough not to realize they are just objects, used by a perverted photographer and his dirty mind.
Kovrik – after this I never accepted any booking to work for him anymore – was such a dirty old man. Even his language was dirty. It shocked me and his words shocked the old farmer as well. In most vulgar slang he demanded things like: „Press your fat juggs harder at the pig! I want to see them round and fat!” or „Come on! Show me more of you cunt! Show me the big hole!” Things like that. He once even said: „Is there a boar? Have you ever had that great experience?! You should do it once! A real pig fucking you! It would be one of your own – a pig fucking a pig!”
A moment after he said this, he asked me to fetch a beet from a pile of almost rotten sugar beets next to the old farmhouse. I refused to do it. Kovarik went himself. He just left the scene and the girl sitting in the trailer. He came back with a dirty sugar beet, not a typical round one, but very slim - almost in the shape of a huge carrot. He handed it into the truck and the girl now had to fight the dirty pigs, when they realized there was something to eat. The scene almost went out of control. The farmer took a wooden stick beating the pigs to keep them off the girl. But instead of changing his plan because of safety reasons, the perverted bastard asked the girl to play with the sugar beet. He wanted her to masturbate with the dirty root using dirty terms like: „Just plunge it into your cunt and fuck yourself!” This is how he treated his model!
And the dirty slut did it. She was stitting in the dung with a dirty sugar beet between her legs. Not just between her legs, actually inside of her! While she performed the perverted action, the farmer was still on watch with his club to keep the pigs away of her - it was absurd! I remember how she once was attacked again by one of the big hogs. The animal suddenly rushed at her. The farmer used his club with force and the girl jumped up yelling. The sugar beet slipped out of her and Kovrick shouted, she should watch out to keep it inside!
At the end of the shooting Kovrik asked the farmer to drive a little. Kovrik shot from the top of his car when the tractor drove some 300 yards along the country road with the nude model still sitting in the trailer. That was the end of the shoot, the final scene...

The model climbed out of the trailer again. The bottom of the girl was full of mud, also her legs, feet and other parts of her body were covered with dirt. She stood there grinnig like a child telling mother: „I have made myself dirty!” There was not even a towel at the set or something else to cover her nudity. She could not get dressed again with all the dirt at her body and Kovrik did not want her to sit in his car. "You stink!” is what he said, "take the tractor!” The nude girl had go with the tractor. She climbed on the mudguard while the workman stood on an iron bar at the rear. We drove back to the farm. The farmer’s wife was really shocked when she saw the nude girl sitting next to her husband on the tractor. She rushed to him and started to talk to him, moving along close to him and did not stop to gripe. The people did not offer a bathroom or a shower, the young model had to wash herself with cold water in the stable. She got dressed again and we drove back to Vienna. I can’t remember her name, but I am pretty sure it was „Sylvia”. She was an average good looking model with nice curves, a real sexy body. But she also was a real swine!”

[RonaldGray]

By Michael T.

This is already the second report by Michael T - former assistant of photographer Peter Baumann. He was the one who also shared his memories about a trip to Tunisia, driving a military truck to Northern Africa with Sylvia on his side.

In January 1981 Baumann was booked for just an average advertising/fashion job for one of the leading Vienna downtown furriers. Michael remembers this assignment as kind of strange, because the photographer got appointed by the furrier even if the photographer had a serious affair with the furrier’s ex-wife. But Peter S - the furrier – was professional enough to book a leading talent for his brochure leaving private affairs aside. The fancy store planned to publish a „winter sale folder” for the end of the season.
Compared with the story from five years before, we move from mud to snow now:
There was a lot of snow in Vienna at the beginning of the year 1981 and it was very cold. Yet the photographer’s idea was to take pictures with a model in deep snow using a little extra: The girl should be naked in furs. The model Baumann had in mind was Sylvia. Peter S. liked the idea, but he was not sure if it would be a little too risky for the purpose of just a sales-folder. He also had some doubts if a sexy approach would be appropiate for a high end luxury store – even if the photography would be very stylish. Photographer and client finally decided to shoot with two models – Sylvia and Nathalie. One dressed, one nude.

It was late January when the team went to location in the Vienna Woods. Michael was ordered to scout a location already the day before and he found a convenient location already. It was a very nice and untouched spot in the forest not far from a parking lot at Hoehenstrasse (Vienna’s kind of Mulholland Dr). "It was a very cold day, temperature outside the studio was -9° C (15 F). But the sun was shining to let every little snowflake sparkle!” Both models had to wear boots because the snow was almost knee deep. Sylvia waited inside the parked car while Baumann, Peter S, Nathalie and Michael stumped through fresh powder snow to get a little further into the forest to take the photos in front of some firn trees covered by thick layers of sparkling snow.
Michael recalls Nathalie’s behavior as not pleasant at all. The dark haired beauty in a fur coat plus a thick woolen sweater and long, warm pants - with a pair of woolen tights underneath - complained all the time. ”Be quick! Do it! I am cold! I am freezing to death! Do it fast!” Her looks were accordant to her mood. After ten minutes and a couple of shots with two different fur coats done, she claimed to need a break to warm up. Baumann and Mr. furrier were really pissed. What a prude, what a silly thing Nathalie was. They went back to the car, the engine was running, the heating was on. Baumann hustled Nathalie to continue and the job went on. They went back for the next furcoat. "Nathalie’s unwilligness was obvious, she froze,” Michael remembers, "but I have to admit, her poses of a freezing lady in a fur coat combined with a defiand but pretty face looked really more unique as an outcome. I think Baumann recognized the effect and he went on shooting with Nathalie. After three more interruptions and five different coats, Baumann stopped working with the model. It was already after ten in the morning - still very cold though. Now it was Sylvia’s turn. She took all her cloth off inside the car. Wearing long black boots and an old fashioned black Astrakhan she went into the scene. They even had to walk a little further, because the first spot was spoiled by footprints. Sylvia posed in an open coat, showing a lot of nude skin while Mr. furrier was watching carefully she is not showing too much nudity. Baumann on the other hand liked it and told her to open the coat. He wanted to see full nudity and he wanted to see her buxom bust. Just imagine a landscape full of snow behind her...

It turned out to be kind of strange, when the furrier demanded shots showing less nudity – and the photographer shot one film this way – subsequently telling Sylvia to open the coat far more, to also shoot the pictures he wanted to see. As a result, the nude model was posing in the cold three times as long as Nathalie before. The black Astrakhan was followed by a long fox fur, a very nice coat. The model did not go back to the car to change, Michael took the coat to Sylvia, she had to take off the black coat first to hand it to Michael, he then gave her the fox fur to put it on – for a couple of moments Sylvia stood naked in the deep snow. They all could see her goose pimples and her nipples standing upright and hard, but she did not complain at all. The long fox fur was followed by a much shorter coat, more like a jacket, fox fur as well and just long enough to cover her ass. The game started all over again. Showing a more or less closed jacket first and an open jacket with a lot of naked skin later.
After Baumann took a couple of films he raised an additional idea. The photographer demanded more "winter”. Assistant Michael was ordered to take the fur coat to lay it flat on the surface of the snow and pull it a little until it was covered with snow. Michael remembers how Baumann said: „I want the scenery to look like just after a blizzard!” The assistant took the black Astrakhan again and pulled it through the loose powder snow until it was covered with snow. Sylvia took the fox off. Michael carefully reached the black coat to her. Powder snow was dusting on her naked skin when she put the black coat on, she shook her body a bit, just laughing. It was not enough snow on the fur so the photographer told Michael to pull it through loose snow again. Sylvia had to take the coat off again, standing there naked to wait while Michael did his job. He also had to walk a couple of meters away from the scene to put the coat in the snow not to spoil the location. Sylvia stood in the deep snow not complaining even once. She must have had a lot of heat inside her body and Michael said, she was wonderful to look at her in the sunshine. When he started his next round of pictures, Baumann suddenly asked Sylvia to take a hand full of powder snow to dust her pubic hair. She did it. The furrier yelled, she should not do it, he will not allow any photo showing pubic hair anyway. But Sylvia already dusted herself with snow that started melting around her pussy already...
Because of the freezing cold, one also could see every breath she made, because every gasp created little white clouds coming out of her mouth. After a couple of more shots, she was still wearing the now wet black coat when they finally walked back to the car. Even Sylvia needed to pause to warm up a little.
The last coat to be photographed was a very expensive long coat, a wolfskin. Michael remmebers, that Sylvia owned almost the same coat. She even bought it at the relevant store. Peter S. grinned like a contented salesman when he saw Sylvia in an expensive wolfs fur like the one he already sold to her before...


(An almost impressionistic looking image of Sylvia in a big wolf fur coat. Taped on video at a fashion show the picture shows Sylvia presenting a coat similar to her own coat, the one she was wearing at her famous public nudity shooting and similar to the fur coat mentioned in this little tale)

When the nude girl stepped through the powder snow – she had to raise her legs high with every step she made – she almost looked like a Lippizaner horse perfoming. The lower end of the fur was dragged along behind her like a train of a wedding dress, while she showed her nude body – with big bouncing breasts. Sylvia obviously loved to pose in that coat. There was an even broader discussion of photographer and client about the amount of nude skin to be seen. Baumann again conducted two comprehensive rounds of photography – the client’s idea of just giving a hint to the fact, the model does not wear anything but the fur coat and his very own perception of doing it offensive to „generate more impact”, which was his major argument. Michael underlined again, how he was surprised by Sylvia’s behave, how long she posed in the cold showing her nude body, while her dedication even seemed to become stronger with time. Absolutely unfazed by the circumstances. Michael finally mentioned: „After at least 15 minutes of shooting pictures the model finally went back to the warm car. It was the end of the shooting and Sylvia took the coat off to ask Nathalie to reach her belonging out of the car. Sylvia stood naked at the side of the car to get dressed while Nathalie yelled from the inside to close the door. It was an absolute ironic situation.
The group drove back to the studio.

Michael described the final sales folder turned out as a really nice piece of printing material. The art director who designed it must have been very good, the photography looked very stylish and very unique. The printed final showed four photos of Nathalie and seven of Sylvia. The briefing to the art director given by furrier Peter S. was to only show a little bit of nudity, just to show model Sylvia is naked in her various coats, to present just a gap of open coat to proof the fact. Still the impact was big is what Michael believes. Even i fit was a „winter sale” leaflat it look stylish and expensive.

Back at the studio model Nathalie called a cab and left. The rest of the team was sitting in the studio to drink some red vine punch. They all were a little tipsy when the furrier offered Sylvia to take her home. According to Michael, it was obvious the furrier had someting else in mind than just giving the girl a lift home. Michael is sure, the furrier took care of the model to warm her up with some hot sex. And he for sure enjoyed her nudity in this case. According to Michael it must have been just a very good feeling for furrier Peter S. to have an affair with Sylvia, who was Baumann’s ex, because Baumann had an affair with his ex-wife. His little revenge...

[RonaldGray]

By Hannes J.

It is Michael for a third time – he called me three month ago. He told me, he met Hannes again, the guy who also drove to Tunisia in June 1980. On a motorbike! „A year later he was on a yacht with Sylvia, in Italy,” Michael told me on the phone, „you asked me about e trip to Zarzis! I talked with Hannes about the trip as well and I mentioned you – since you are writing a book!” he said. „You should call him, he also has a nice story to tell. It sounds like a French movie!”
Michael referred to the 1967 movie „Les Aventuriers” starring Alain Delon, Lino Ventura and Joanna Shimkus. „A man’s dream” as critics call the cult-movie about two men and a girl on a sailboat seeking a treasure at the coast of Africa).
I called Hannes. This is his story – No. 19 so far: Four on a boat!

„I knew Sylvia since the Playboy shooting in Zarzis. After those two weeks I did not see her very often. In summer 1981 a friend of mine asked me if I would like to join him for a week's trip to the Adriatic Sea. A friend of his ownig a sailboat was down at the coast near Venice. My friend Fritz wanted to go there as well. „A couple of days on a sailboat of a guy who already is there with his girl-friend. I liked the idea!
We dove to Italy on a Saturday morning. We went to Lignano to meet Edi in a small café near one of the huge yacht harbours. After having a coffee we went to his boat, a nice 42 ft two masts sailing boat. Edi obiviously was a quite wealthy man owning a couple of fashion stores in Vienna.
After we brought our stuff into our cabins – three on the vessel, I took the one in front at the bow - we were sitting on deck having a drink. The mentioned girl-friend went shopping before. She was not his girlfriend Edi explained, just a good friend, a nice and easy going girl and a good looking model. He also mentioned she is both a sexy bitch and a real buddy to always shuttle between the two poles...
The girl appeared an hour later and it was no suprise to anyboy that I knew her. We went to dinner that evening and we talked about Zarzis, Tunisia The next morning, we left the port to sail East. It was not a long trip to the laguna near Grado with it’s some hundred small islands. Sylvia shared a cabin with Edi and even if the guy emphasized she was not his girlfried, they at least had an affair.

I also had sex with Sylvia once in Zarzis, Tunisia. Baumann’s studio was not connected to the telephone net those days and Sylvia needed to call someone in Vienna. I took her to the public phone at the post office in Zarzis three or four times. We went on my bike. On one of those trips . on the way back home – I drove towards the beach. I wanted to spent some time with Sylvia. But that was a year before and it happened only once. I also saw her nude – actually she was running around naked most of the time in Zarzis.

When she appeard on the boat the first morning just wearing a very tiny G-string, it was no surprise to me. It was more of a surprise that she wore a thong instead of nothing at all. In the early afternoon we arrived at the marina at Isola di Porto Buso. After we booked a mooring we went out again to anchor at one of the uninhabitated small islands where we spent the afternoon swimming and sunbathing. When Sylvia jumped off the boat into the water she took her thong off to swim naked. Edi and I, we were used to the appearance of the girl, to her sexy body, her dark tanned curves, but Fritz eyes did not miss one move she made. To him, she appeared like an on-going peep-show. „If you don’t mind, I also go for a swim!” he said taking his trunks off. Sitting on deck, Edi and I talked about Sylvia and the fact, we both fucked her before. After some while we saw Fritz and Sylvia swimming to the small island. They spent some time on the beach talking, smooching a little, later they disappear behind some bushes. „He does not loose any time at all,” Edi grinned, „now he is taking his share!” The guy did not care at all.

Sailing back to the marina before sunset Edi asked her: „If you have to go to a remote island and you have to choose one of us, who would it be?” With a cryptical smile Sylvia wanted to know, what kind of question that is. She asked if Edi is jealous and stated, if he would have been alone with her, it is his mistake to invite some friends. That was her kind of thinking. Three fellas and one girl on a boat does not work for two as a couple.
We had dinner at a habourfront restaurant later. Sylvia looked so sexy in her short skirt and a tiny bikini top, all the Italian men were watching us presumably considering we are three very lucky guys. Sylvia spent the night with Edi again.

The next morning we had breakfast at the habourfront and went out again a little later. We sailed to different islands to anchor. The weather was wonderful, blue skyes and sunshine. It was just nice, swimming, sunbathing at a small remote beaches and talking with Sylvia. Three guys and a girl. I remember, we talked about Tunisia as well, about the Playboy shooting with Peter Baumann, we talked about other jobs with different photographers and later she also metioned her trip with Michael in the hot military truck, when she decided to take her cloth off. I think the way she talked about this adventure made all of us very randy. I decided it must be my turn again when we arrive back from dinner that night and I decided to hover Sylvia, to stay close to her to get her into my cabin. Fritz and Edi just accepted I wanted her. She is just a wonderful slut to spend a night in bed.

The following Tuesday was the peak of our boat trip. We did some more sailing and went to a different marina near Grado for the night. Grado is very old and wonderful town, founded in the 2nd century B.C. Our visit of the old town center that night was really something to remember. Sylvia appeared in a short white dress, very much in the style of a man’s shirt. Long sleeves and a line of bottons in front – and more than half of them left open, down to her navel. When she bend down to slip into her bright yellow heels, she showed pussy. Sylvia was such an exhibitionist! The sight of her chocolate skin in a white dress, the bouncing bust in the open shirt, her long legs and being aware of the fact she did not wear anything under her dress turned the girl into some kind of a walking appeal. We went along the waterfront to the old center of town, just playing around with her, touching her, lifting the shirt to see her naked ass. All the banter, our words and touching motivated her a lot, we had a lot of fun, a jolly good time teasing her while she was teasing us. And a lot of Italian men were watching us, laughing, commenting the action – there also was some applause.
A little later, sitting on a small square at the outside yard of a restaurant, she also teased the Italian waiters. You have to imagine her big firm tits in the open shirt, that was even more than a plunging neckline. When we paid the bill I remember the waiter saying he does not need a tip, the girl was all the gratuity he deserves. It’s a good feeling to be envied by every man around. We walked the narrow streets of Grado later. We also did some shopping and later Sylvia went into a shop selling sunglasses and bikinis. She spotted a tiny little red G-string and grabbed it. „May I try it on?” she asked and the shop clerk nodded, pointing at a changing booth. But Sylvia just turned around and took off her white dress – it was just like taking off a coat. She stood in the shop completely naked and put on the hysterical red thong. It was small, very small. There were more customers around, male and female. Everybody smiled at the girl. She liked the thong, posed in front of a mirror for a while and took the little thing off to deliver it to the clerk. Only after that she decided to slip in her white dress again.
We spent the rest of the evening in a bar, where Sylvia also danced with us and also with some Italian guys, and returned to the vessel later. Sitting at the stern we wanted to see the booty of the day, the new red thong. Sylvia smiled, took the tiny G-string ot of the bag to disappear inside. She presented the horny little thing like in a fashion show and while she did, Edi pulled his pants down. „You must be aware you turned every man horny tonight!” Edi said, „I need some relief right now!” Sylvia just smiled and went down on her knees. She took Edi’s prick with her hand and started to stroke it. He grunted some moans while the girl just teased him. „You want me to suck it?!“ she smilted, „how much do you want me to suck your dick?” Sylvia delivered a bit of a devlish teasing, openig her sweet lips as if she wanted to suck, but pulled back again. It was almost a torture for Edi. She did it a couple of times, slowly moving her hand up and down his cock and acting if she is just about to start sucking it. Edi grabbed her hair to pull her head closer until Sylvia - with a fast move – swallowed his dick. She started to suck it forcefully. Fritz looked at her as much as I did – full of desire. After a while Fritz gut up to approach the girl from behind. He slowly pulled her red G-string down and off her feet. And while she was sucking Edi, Fritz pushed his dick into her to fuck her doggy style. I joined in a little later. It was a real great threesome, a wonderful combination of hard fucking and voyeurism – not this kind of brutal threesome you often see in today’s porn shootings. No stress, not this earnest staging, much more casual, much more fun. Sylvia was just a wonderful broad! She just enjoyed sex in all forms. We just did, what we wanted and also what she wanted. Edi and I were sitting around when Fritz – still fucking her - announced: „I like to fuck your ass!” He did and Edi and I watched them, it was very much like a stage-show until Sylvia said, she wants one of us to fuck her mouth...
This was her kind of threesome, she did, what she wanted!

A little while later Fritz was sitting on the stern’s bench with her on top riding his dick. Edi approached them asking, if she likes two in one hole. Just moaning she said something like: „I love it!” So it was me to enjoy watching how two dicks fucked her cunt. And when I tried to also join in to push my cock into her mouth, she said she likes to concentrade on those two – and I accepted.
Sylvia’s pussy is kind of big - I admid that. I think nature provided her with a very tasty but a bit oversized slit. It’s not really tight, but it still is wonderful to fuck. When you see two dicks fucking her, you might think she has kind of a worn hole, but I tell you, it’s not true. She can take two easily, but when you are alone with her, it doesn’t feel like a baseball-bat-trained cunt! And I tell you: It was not like threse guys just using a horny bitch brutally fucking her with no mercy, it was Sylvia using three men fucking her. It was kind of an extended happening, lasting for much more than two hours. At the end all three cumshots were aimed at her face and mouth. And again that was not staged – it just happend that way. Every single one of us came when she was sucking dick. She swollowed all the juices just sitting there at the stern.
Fritz surprised her, when he started to piss.
„Take this as a final!” he said and his stream hit right into her face, piss running down her body. It was such a big stream and it hit her by surprise. First Sylvia was sitting there as if paralyzed for some seconds, than she jumped up screaming. She had to swollow some piss and some more run out of her mouth while she yelled at Fritz. For a moment she stood there looking down her wet body in disbelieve. Sylvia really was shocked. She suddenly turned around and just fell from the stern off the boat into the dark water. There at least was something she does not enjoy. Sylvia does not like golden showers...
While we were shouting at Fritz calling him an asshole, she climbed back on board. Fritz tried to apologize. He appeard dejected, regretting his behavior. He never done that before he claimed, it just crossed his mind and since she just is such a willing slut he did it. He was really sorry and Sylvia eased a little deciding to forgive him. But Fritz spoiled the night with his action.
The next morning it was all forgotten. We left Grado to spend a day at sea. In the evening we sailed along the coast near Trieste to anchor at Villagio San Mauro. Another lillte event crosses my mind, when I think of that certain afternoon. While crusing near the coast, Sylvia laid in front of the ship. She was nude and I think she felt asleep in the afternoon sun. She laid right in front on top of the bow – not far from being the figurehead of the vessel. Another boat sailed towards us. We were slow and they passed us in close distance. Some guys – presumably Italians – all moved to the bow of their vessel, shouting, laughing and pointing at Sylvia. The girl laid there on her back, legs spread, one tucked up, the other streched. Those guys were approached by an open pussy – you can imagine the whoops! They already went pass us when Sylvia woke up. She looked around and did not realize what has happened!
That night Edi and Fritz were tired and went into their cabins, while Sylvia and I were sitting outside and talked a lot. She followed me into my cabin later that night.


To my information the two pictures looking more like snap shots were taken on BVI. It was a trip on a sailboat as well - a year later though, when Sylvia did not model for advertising or classic glamour anymore to mainly do hard core and fetish porn. Because there are no pics available covering the Italian story, they fit in here as well...

The next two days until we went back to Lignano we just enjoyed life. We had Sylvia on the boat, nude most of the time, and we all had sex with her again, even Fritz. But after that night in Grado, we all had our share just enjoyed sailing, the sun and the water.

The last night before we all went back to Vienna, we were sitting at the stern again, drinking good vine and talking. At one point Edi asked Sylvia how she feels, when she is on a boat with three guys and willing to fuck with all of them. Edi asked her, if she never thought of being together with one man she loves and who loves her. „I did not find Mister Right yet,” she smiled, „until that day I just enjoy myself!” Edi wanted to know, what kind of idea she has about Mr. Right and she answered, she does not know. „But I know it, when I meet him!” „He must be a foreigner,” Edi grinned, „somebody from a far away country. If you meet him in Vienna, he will soon find out, you already fucked with every other man in town!” "If that bothers him, he is not Mr. Right!” she grinned. The discussion went on and I had the feeling, Edi tried to challange her, continuously asserting her for fucking with just everybody. It must have appeared very strange to her, almost antithetical. For some days she was the sexy attraction on Edi’s boat, nude most of the time, she had sex with all three passengers, but now Edi critisized her for being how she is. Challenging her, offending her for her sexual behavior, Edi finally demanded a last round of hard sex. Sylvia did not want that, saying, she wanted to have a more peaceful and cosy last night and she thought of sharing the bed with him, Edi, but nobody else. „And if you don’t want company in your bed tonight, I ask Hannes or Fritz if they share their cabin with me!” „Come on! You need to be fucked by somebody every night and in general just one is not enough!” Edi continued his agressive approach. Sylvia stood up, looked at me and said: „May I go into your cabin, Hannes? I can’t stand him anymore!” Acutally I did not react, I still regred my behavior that late evening of our last day on the boat. I was too drunk or to listless. I did not even care about having her in my bed. But Sylvia wanted to go inside the boat when Edi grabbed her arm to hold her. „You stay here!” he hissed at her, „you get treated as what your are, fuck slut!” (He used the vulgar Austrian term „Nuttenfut” literally it means „whore cunt”, it is really bad Austrian term).
„Fuck yourself!” Sylvia yelled trying to move on, while Edi grasped her hard to pull her T-shirt up and over her head. Sylvia defended herself, she flicked and lashed about, even tried to kick Fritz when he joined in. Edi called me for assistence. I actually was as much of an asshole as the other two. I thought she somehow provoked it. It was the first time I experienced Sylvia this way. Somehow it was very appealing to experience a slut who in general jumps on every available cock to suddenly show some resistance. And it also was quite exciting to violate a slut basically nobody can rape anyway – according to her reputation. Fritz and I just pushed her down on the bench at the stern of the boat and Edi started to fuck her. He just grasped her kicking legs and her hips and pushed his dick in. Holding her arms I also had to shut her mouth with one hand because we were surrounded by other boats in the marina and Sylvia yelled. I had a hard time to hold her, when Edi and Fritz changed position, because Sylvia turned really hysterical. After Fritz fucked her, it was my turn. But it was no fun at all. Sylvia is wonderful, if you have her as the real slut who loves to be fucked. To hump her against her will is totally senseless. Her cunt was as wet as always, but all her resistence and struggle spoiled my sexual delight. I stopped the action to make room for Fritz again. He and Edi obviously were obessed to act viciously, their exitement grew while treating Sylvia like a piece of shit. They did everything with certain force and brutality. Edi held her head tight with both hands, forcing her to open her mouth with his fingers, so Fritz could fuck her. Or Fritz holding her body in stranglehold to force her down into a cowering postion while brutally screwed her asshole.
„Don’t you like to piss?!” Edi grinned after those vartous kinds of forced postions, treating the girl like a slave. „Come on Fritz! The slut obviously does not dig golden showers!” It was disgusting. Edi and I holded her while Fritz started to piss. Edi forced her to open her mouth and Fritz aimed right into her face. The spaying piss disgusted me. Fritz was laughing malisciously. He had a lot to piss to deliver, moving his dick to aim the stream from her face down to her belly and up again – up and down. But after the last drop he suddenly seemed to be shocked by his own behavior. The smell of the piss, the wet nude body of the moaning girl, our sudden awareness all three of us went much too far in treating her, changed the situation from one second to another.
Three man just turned quiet.
Sylvia did not say a word. When Edi and I took our hands off her, she just stood up and went inside the boat to take a shower leaving three guys at the stern looking at each other with huge questionsmarks seen in their faces...
„We have to do something,” Edi said after some while of silence. It almost sounded like a line in a crime movie when somebody says something like: „She knows too much!” „You thinking of throwing her in the water with a block of concrete at her feet?!” I grinned. „Seriously,” Edi said, „we have to do something to clear the situation. She is such a sweet girl and we acted as real assholes!” „You started it!” Fritz said. „But you pissed on her!” Edi replied. A crosstalk started leading into a heavy argument full of accusations who started it, who pissed, who joined in first. All of us at some point also said how much we love Sylvia, what a wonderful girl and buddy she is, each of us agreed we went much too far in our frenzy. Each of us claimed to regret the whole thing more than the other. I believe Sylvia heard most of the argument after she had a shower. I think she was on her way out and just stopped inside the boat to listen to us. Finally she appreard stating, she will sleep outside on a bench tonight and she will go home by train in the morning. But she could not hide the smile in her face. All of us started to outperfom each other with the quality of our apologies, each and everyone of us took all the blame – Edi who started it, Fritz who pissed and myself because I did not interfere to stop the whole thing right at the beginning.
Suddenly Sylvia started to laugh. „Come on,” she said, „you have been acting as assholes and it was disgusting! But you might also know: Skin is washable!” And she took a glass of vine to drink it. „Now the taste is also gone!” she grinned „It was not the first time, that I was forced to fuck with a man I don’t like!” She looked at us grinning. „And some have been more brutal than you ever could be!”
„Have you ever been raped?“ Fritz wanted to know. „Not really,” she replied, „but sometimes it was not far from. I experienced a couple of man being bigger assholes than you ever could be. At the end, your are nice guys looking good and tasty. You just went berserk. And it was not the first time, that somebody pissed on me! I just does not want it. It’s disgusting!”

Sylvia joined me for the last night on the boat, but we just slept in the same bed together, we didn’t have sex. The next morning Fritz and I drove back to Vienna together and she went with Edi in his car.
Edi later told me, he raised the subject again on their way driving back to Vienna. He asked Sylvia about other occasions she mentioned the night before. Sylvia did not want to talk about it. But after some time of contemplating she mentioned one event from a couple of years before. She was at a birthday party. She was much younger and she was together with a photographer, an older man. At the celebration of the 50th birthday of a friend, her elderly lover asked her to join him. He informed her, it would be a bachelor party – no other girl. He wanted her to show a strip tease at the party – what should be his birthday present. After her show, he wanted her to also deliver a present to his friend. He wanted her to suck his dick. Remembering the night, Sylvia told Edi, she did not want to do it, but she did not want to spoil the party either. Her lover and one other guest joined in – and the situation was quite simelar to what happend the last night on the boat. They did not rape her, but again, it was not far from.”
At this point Hannes mentioned, he believes Sylvia actually did not know where exactly she has to draw a line. „While three old man treated her considering that kind of sex as a highlight of their bachelor party,” Hannes finally said, „one of them started to piss on her. It was her first time – and it really shocked her. Sylvia said it was so disgusting, it might be the reason she never would be able to dedicate herself to this kind of fetish.”