We talked as we fucked; a first for me. He would fuck me hard and fast, sometimes making me cum before he stopped, then we would just talk, his cock d...ep inside me. When I started moving my ass he would resume fucking me again till I came again.At one point while we were talking and fucking, he told me I wasn’t as tight as Peggy, but that it was better with me because he wasn’t afraid he was going to hurt me. Peggy? I just realized this was the first time I had thought of her, and what I was. It was a man’s voice, and it wasn’t quite a cry. Whatever it was ― a grunt? a gruff sigh? ― it happened just as a mattress spring popped in the bedroom above my own. Finally, I knew what I’d been hearing. I put the phone in its cradle the phone and slunk back to bed.Turns out I had moved into an echo chamber: The voices upstairs went out their bedroom window, hit the brick wall across the way and bounced back into my virgin ears. I’d become a bat, modeling my environment in sound, and I was. Mathew did not last long and asked where she wanted him to cum. She told him on her tits, which he happily did. Nicola got up to clean herself and left the room. I realised I was still dressed although my hard cock was obviously straining in my trousers. They both laughed and said what a dirty cow she was and a gimp I must be. This just added to my horniness despite feeling ashamed and humiliated. She returned to the bedroom and Mathew having had his fun said he needed to go. Peter got. "Hey, Jeff, get that, wouldja?" called a voice. It was Hank Benson, one of the stars of the team and someone I had once tutored in math, enabling him to stay eligible to play. We weren't great buds, but we were certainly friendly enough.I looked at Gina; she shrugged. I reached under the risers and pulled out the ball, then drop-kicked it. I'd seen it done, and imitated what I'd seen. Gina and I started running again when we heard another, louder voice yelling.It was the coach, and he was.