Aviva's Assault

This is a fantasy story with some elements of truth, a story of my fantasies about people I knew.

This story takes place at roughly the same time as the first "Roommate Obsession" story, before drugs got involved.

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I lived in an apartment with 3 girls and 4 other guys. There was very little hounding or sexual tension outside of my own fantasies involved with this arrangement, with one notable exception involving a specific girl about which I'll write another story later. This story isn't about that girl though. This story is about another woman who I lived with named Aviva.

As the name suggests, Aviva was Jewish. Jewish girls come in all sorts of varieties. This particular one came in a peculiar shape with tiny breasts but one of the largest, roundest asses I've ever seen on a human. She was pale as a ghost and maybe carried a bit of extra weight, but all of that extra weight ended up conglomerating right in her ass. Her waist was actually very narrow, accentuating the size of her butt. Wavy brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a taste for makeup and mascara. She would typically wear tight fitting teeshirts and faded/ripped jeans. In between her tight shirts that didn't go down far, and her giant ass, it seemed like her buttcrack was always out no matter the occasion. Even when she was wearing sweats her crack would find a way to peek through the top.

It was particularly funny to me because another Jewish girl that I was friends with had the exact opposite arrangement; tiny and barely four and a half feet tall, non-existent hips that looked like they came from a boy, and then breasts the size of coconuts. If the two split their assets between them evenly they'd both end up looking like extremely balanced, voluptuous women.

Being an ass man, I always loved when Aviva was around, particularly when I walked behind her, or when she dropped something and had to bend over to get it. Never had a serious romantic interest though; that story is being saved for last. We were good friends, but we weren't compatible in that way and we were both aware of that.

The apartment we lived in was getting old and had a number of problems, one of the more serious ones being the doors to everybody's rooms. The useless doors let me sneak into Carrie's room at night. With Aviva, her door was possibly even worse. When we first moved in, her door wouldn't actually close *at all*, and left alone would drift open and outwards into the hall. Instead of actually fixing the door, our landlord simply installed a chain latch that I suppose would prevent the door from being opened completely, but would still allow the door to drift open quite a bit.

By quite a bit, I specifically mean just enough to peek through and get a good look inside while also not being super obvious to any unaware person inside.

When I had opportunities to in the morning, I would sometimes spy on her changing out of her pajamas. Normally she would face the door while doing this, as she had a body mirror mounted on the inside door. I got several good looks at her tiny boobs, and caught a few good glimpses of her vag [which was hairy], but never really her bare ass. One time I did peek a digital camera through the giant gap in the bottom of the door and caught her ass in a thong on film, but nothing more.

Out of consciousness of her appearance, she would visit the university gym a few times per week. I hadn't bothered at all previously, I was too lazy for that, especially on weekends. Her big ass in tight fitting leggings was absolutely impossible to ignore though. Eventually one Saturday I went to the gym with her just to watch her from behind on the treadmill for about an hour. When I looked around, most of the other men and even some of the women around me also had their eyes glued to her keister. The gym was located just far enough from our apartment that it was actually better to take a shuttle bus from campus back to the apartment, especially after a session at the gym.

Halfway through the semester Aviva was with me on the bus on an exceptionally busy day. I think there was a sporting event going on at the university, so the bus was absolutely packed and was standing room only. I was positioned behind Aviva with a few people in between us. My eyes kept drifting to her ass, or as much of her ass as I could see. We were packed tight like sardines and there was hardly any room to move. When I looked up, I noticed that the men separating Aviva and I were also focusing their attention on her ass. I couldn't hear what they were saying, I could tell they were talking about her. Pointing at her butt, grinning at each other, making lewd gestures. Then, one tall muscular man in a grey hoodie reaching forward and gently palmed her left buttcheek.

I was dumbstruck. I had watched chikan-theme porno before, but it was all clearly staged and I never expected to witness it in real life, much less on someone who I knew. I could only see slightly to the side of Aviva's face, but I couldn't see her expression. I'm not even sure if she felt it. Another man nearby joined in, gently palming and fondling her buttocks. She didn't react at all until one hand started to drift inwards to her buttcrack, when she clenched up and made some weak symbolic attempt to swat the hands away. Her efforts wouldn't keep the hands away for long though. Eventually the hands would come back, Aviva would ignore them until they approached her crack or her crotch, swat them away, and then the cycle would repeat. I spotted a third man recording the whole thing on his phone.

This cycle repeated until we got off of the bus. We didn't say anything about it, she pretended as though nothing had happened. Maybe this happens a lot and she has gotten used to it. A horny haze clouded my mind the entire time and I hardly paid any attention to anything she said. When she got back to her room to start changing, I couldn't help but watch her through the gap in the door.

This time she turned away from the door, facing a pile of clothes she was changing in to. First she took off her sweaty black teeshirt, then her black leggings. When she peeled her leggings off, two things happened. One, I got the show of a life when I finally got to see her completely bare ass. I also made an important discovery. When Aviva goes to the gym, she doesn't wear underwear. I should have figured as much not seeing any panty lines when she was on the treadmill, but I couldn't really tell if she wasn't wearing anything under or if she was just wearing a really skimpy thong like she sometimes does. Apparently she doesn't, for a brief moment she was completely bare and her huge, luscious buttocks were in plain sight of my peering eyes. I couldn't see them in clear detail, but they were even paler than the rest of her skin, and you could tell there was some cellulite on her thighs and on her cheeks.

The show didn't last long. Later than night I desperately searched groping and chikan themed videos, in the vain hope maybe the video of her from earlier today got uploaded somewhere. I didn't find that, but I did find some inspiration from more badly staged Japanese chikan videos. In one, a girl on a subway gets a hole ripped in the seat of her pants, and all sorts of perverted shenanigans follow suit.

For the next couple of weeks I fantasized about this kind of arrangement, but I never really fathomed about making this a reality. That was until I ran into another sub-genre of porn on 4chan, where explicit images of women would be posted in conjunction with some sort of social media profile, so you could immediately tell who someone was and then see the most intimate parts of her body. It was brutal, it was morally reprehensible, it could ruin someone's life, but for some reason those few images didn't leave my mind for days. I considered posting something like this about Carrie, but instead I focused on Aviva.

Combining my new chikan and exhibition/exploitation fetishes, I came up with something you can describe as a plan. I waited until another Saturday approached when there was another game playing and the buses would be packed. When Aviva and most of my other roommates were gone for classes, I sneaked into her room with a pair of scissors. Finding a pair of her leggings, I cut down the middle of the seat practically from the seam on top all the way down to the crotch. Then, I threaded the cut back together with a fine dark thread. I'm absolute shit at sewing, and that was obvious, but a bad job was actually kind of the point here. I intentionally left a short end of thread trailing away from the cut, I was going to need that later. I placed the cut and sealed leggings back on top of her pile of clean clothes in the hope that next time she went to the gym, she would use that pair.

Next Saturday I found myself in luck. Not only was it obnoxiously busy everywhere on campus, but she had also chosen the leggings I had cut. My total hatchet job with the sewing became even more obvious when her leggings were being stretched across her ass. It was crooked, the threads were uneven, and in at least one place the threading wasn't quite tight enough and you could see just a little speck of bare skin. At the gym, on the treadmill, Aviva's ass drew even more attention to itself than normal probably because of the threading. She had placed her purse and belongings on the floor next to the treadmill, a little bit behind her. While she was distracted and listening to her MP3 player, I snuck behind her and reached into her purse, grabbing her wallet. I wasn't going to need this for the plan, but the actual plan would wait until we got on the bus.

Again on the bus we were packed like sardines, I was more careful to stand directly behind Aviva this time. Again, as the bus got moving Aviva's ass drew attention to itself. I looked left and right, it was college boys on either side of me and I could tell right where they were looking. Gently, I initiated the palming of her ass. I looked up to my left. The guy next to me was staring at my hand wide-eyed and with his mouth open, then he looked at me with his teeth showing in a smile. I looked to my right. Another guy looked back at me with a sly grin on his face and raised his eyebrows. I silently mouthed a gesture at him, inviting him to try. Both of them reached forward and started to gently caress Aviva's buttocks.

Now my plan could take action. As carefully as I could, I tugged on the trail of thread coming from the seam that I made and pulled downwards. Slowly, little by little, the seam became undone so you could see bare skin and the top of her asscrack poking out of the hole. The two men around me were astonished, glancing at me in awe and surprise. I let go of the thread and retreated behind them. The one to my left grabbed the thread and continued pulling, slowly over the course of at least a full minute, the hole slowly stretching open wider and wider and more and more of her bare ass became exposed. During this time the man to my right kept palming her ass with one hand and, with the other, fumbling with his phone taking pictures. Eventually the entire thread was gone and you could see her entire ass crack from top to bottom. This entire time Aviva had ignored mostly everything that happened and made only one effort to swat their hands away. I don't think she realized what had actually happened to her pants.

Now both of them were rapid firing pictures onto their phones. All around me other people had noticed, some with disgusted looks on their faces, most with excited grins. I reached into Aviva's wallet that I had grabbed earlier and pulled out her student photo ID, handing it to the guy on the right. I quietly whispered to both of them "Spread them and take pictures". They eagerly obeyed, the man on the right pressing her ID against her right buttcheek. The man on the left had his phone at the ready. Both of them placed a hand on her buttocks through her leggings so she couldn't feel their hands on her bare skin, and then gently spread them apart. *Snap*, the man's phone captured everything in one image. Aviva's huge voluptuous cheeks were separated, revealing a crack drenched in sweat. In the center of the photo was her dark brown pucker, sprawling with twisted, scraggly hair. Off to the side was her ID with her face, full name, and address.

It was at this point that Aviva finally reacted, maybe she felt the cold air hitting her sweaty bunghole. She clenched her cheeks, swatted the hands away, and then moved forward. Both men immediately retreated their hands, I snagged the ID back and melted back into the crowd. I was afraid someone would rat me out, I hadn't actually thought of this part, but nobody did. Unfortunately for her though, she ran into another pervert. A tall, scrawny man who apparently didn't really care how gentle he was or if she noticed. With his left thumb and index finger he separated her cheeks again. With his right index finger, he made a few motions as if he were picking a nose, and dug his finger into her rectum as far as he could. I don't know how far he got, maybe pretty far because of how sweaty it was. Aviva gasped and whipped around, facing her assailant. She had a horrified look on her face, darting her eyes between him and other suspected molesters. She turned away and retreated from them as far as she feasibly could, making vain efforts to cover her exposed butt with her hands or her purse. The man tried to follow her, but he was stopped by others who apparently had better moral fiber than I did. Eventually she pulled a book out of her purse and shoved it down the back of her pants. It looked silly and hilarious, but it did the job of covering her indecent bits.

She was beet red with embarrassment, and walked well ahead of me from the bus stop back home. I don't know if she suspected me, but I knew she didn't want to talk about it. When I got home I dropped her wallet back into her purse as nonchalantly as I could when she wasn't looking. At this time I made the realization that I myself had not actually taken any pictures or videos of the incident. Stupid me, if I was to ever see that again it would be because it got uploaded somewhere.

Aviva and I didn't talk much for the rest of the day. The next day, she seemed extremely reserved and antisocial, hardly talking to anybody and retreating to her room. Because I'm a creepy asshole I snuck back into her room at night when she was asleep, snagging her phone. Her touch and drag password was extremely easy to remember from one time I saw her enter it earlier in the year. When I was on the dashboard, I noticed that she had several unregarded updates from her FB app. The separate messenger app had not yet been invented.

I opened her FB messages and found a long, recent conversation from some profile with an obviously fake name. The profile was anonymous, but upon opening up the message thread it became obvious who it was. It one of the guys from the bus. Late last night he contacted Aviva through Facebook, showing her the picture of her exposed butthole and her photo ID, and threatened to send it to everybody on her friends list and to everybody on campus unless she did what he asked. What he asked, specifically, was for her to send him more pictures. Pictures of her tits, her pussy, her ass, her fingering her pussy and her ass, a video of her digging the handle of a toothbrush into her ass, and then her pumping a hot dog into and out of her rectum before putting it back into the fridge. That part suddenly made me feel sick, as I had just eaten hot dogs for dinner. He even went as far as to demand a video of a cucumber being shoved into her bowels, but at this point she refused, and the blackmailer relented.

She had found herself in a relentless cycle of providing to her blackmailer more and more material with which he could blackmail her. I sent all of the pictures and videos through her e-mail app to me, and then expunged her "Sent messages" folder. For at least two weeks these pictures and videos fulfilled my wildest sexual desires, until I started to feel increasingly sick from guilt about the whole thing. Aviva's personality had definitely changed, and not in a good way. I had brought upon her endless shame and misery. In the heat of the moment that seemed arousing to me, but when I thought about it with a sober mind I felt disgusted with myself.

That all ended some time before finals week when Aviva started talking about a new friend she met named Richard. Her personality had mostly reverted back to normal, and was sometimes more bubbly than before. I didn't think much of him, other than some thankfulness that she had found some happiness in someone else and made me feel a bit less guilty. One evening, when the entire apartment minus Aviva was watching someone on Netflix, Aviva brought Richard back to the apartment for us to meet. I was stunned when I first saw him, it was the guy from the bus, who was on my left. When we made eye contact with both paused, did a double take, and then grinned. Aviva noticed this, asking if we knew each other. I paused, and then blurted out "oh, yeah, I met this guy at the library a few weeks ago".

Richard concurred, and Aviva dropped the subject. The two of them stayed together as a unit throughout almost all of remaining 3 years of college. Occasionally I would get messages from him containing pictures and videos of Aviva that he "wasn't supposed to share". Apparently Aviva was really into butt stuff when it was consensual, more than a few of these messages featured her butt pucker being teased or penetrated in some way. Still never by a cucumber though.

By this point I had picture of my own, of Carrie, but I sure as shit wasn't going to share those. I didn't really value the pictures of Aviva all that much, what mattered to me was that I didn't end up ruining her life, that my perverseness ended up making her happy in the long run.

Between the events with Aviva, and then Carrie and Angela from my "Roommate Obsession" stories, I had actually grown a conscious and became considerate of how my actions would affect the targets of my obsessions. That would end up impacting my adventures with the last of my three female roommates, and the one whom I cared about the most.