"Let's get you going a bit. Press-ups!"

Stephen got straight down, Rory and Tom followed reluctantly and Lucinda squatted on all fours seemingly unsure what to do.

"Like this," said Bridget springing down and doing some fast press-ups. Her muscular buttocks stood up pertly as she pressed herself up and down. "It's easy."

Stephen was quite good. Rory and Tom only managed a couple before collapsing. Lucinda found it difficult to get into the position.

"What a shocking lot you are," she shouted. "Surely you can do better than that!"

She got them to sit down with their legs out straight and start some stretching exercises. Lucinda sat at the end of the row. She could not touch her toes at all. Her breasts were so large that when she tried to reach forward her elbows had to bend to accommodate them.

Bridget leant back against the open doorway and watched them. Tom's shorts were pulled tight at the crotch and he kept reaching down to loosen them. When he grabbed the legs of the shorts she could see up them. His cock was large and rested loosely against his balls. Lucinda's cycling shorts cut deeply into her cunt. Her labia spread broadly on each side and as she stretched, Bridget watched them rubbing loosely against the insides of her thighs.

Bridget watched them lazily. She was quite happy to let the group do something that seemed to keep them occupied. There was a warm breeze coming in through the door. The sun was shining brightly. She thought she would take the group outside after lunch.

She stretched her arms up and pressed her hands against opposite sides of the doorframe as she watched the group stretching and groaning. She felt hot and loosened the waistband of her tracksuit. Tom's cock was hanging loosely from the legs of his shorts. Bridget watched it squeezing against the material of his red shorts as he bent forward. Then she felt aware of someone standing behind her.

She did not turn around but kept staring at Tom's cock. Then she felt the heat of another body against her back. It excited her. She kept staring at Tom's cock. As he stretched, it rubbed between his shorts and his thigh and was beginning to harden. Then she felt a hand stretching forward from behind her. It grabbed the waistband of her tracksuit trousers. She shivered as she felt it pulling the waistband backwards. The waistband tightened at the front of her stomach. The hand pulled harder and Bridget's bottom angled backwards with it. She kept her hands pressed hard against the doorframe.

Then she felt another hand. Now her waistband was being pulled very tight by both of them. She stretched back to ease the tension but one of the hands pushed against the small of her back. The waistband pulled tightly against her stomach and thrills of excitement began prickling inside her thighs. Then the tension slackened. She did not draw back though. She kept her buttocks pushing backwards. Her thighs were aching with anticipation and her cunt was beginning to get wet. She massaged its edges between the insides of her thighs by squirming her hips. The hand restrained her again and she stopped. Her cunt got even wetter when she knew she was not allowed to move.

Then a hand started to slip down between her soft skin and the thin material of her tracksuit trousers. The palm was turned towards her. She felt the strong fingers sliding towards the top of the crack of her buttocks before massaging her muscular bottom. She eased herself backwards and pressed her hands tightly inside the doorframe. Tom's cock was even harder now and she could see the tip of it clearly rising at the head of a firm shaft. She licked her lips and waited.

The fingers eased away from the cheeks of her bottom and went back to the crack. She felt two of them slipping in between her buttocks and pressing downwards. They reached her anus and stopped. She pressed hard against the doorframe and bit her lips. A dribble of spit ran from the corner of her mouth. She kept her gaze firmly fixed on Tom's now pulsating cock.

The fingers played around the edges of her anus. She bit hard at her bottom lip as the fingers moved further and touched the back of her soft cunt. As they touched her cunt her labia parted and wetness ran across them. The fingers probed the rear of her cunt and played in the wetness that oozed from it. They circled and dipped around her soft skin but went no further. She knew what they were doing. She knew her cunt was only acting as a service-lubricating them for other things.