The vast night sky filled with stars cast it's illumination down upon the quiet, desolate English countryside and upon the Convent of English Hill. The convent was a large sprawling manor estate beneath a large hill where the beautiful nuns of the manor resided, praying and worshiping god. The convent housed 100 nuns all aged between 18-42, all of whom were the best and brightest of the academy nearby. All of the nuns were very beautiful.
Inside the convent, as the night winds howled, the nuns lay sleeping and all began to stir and writhe in their sleep. They all dreamed of a mysterious stranger descending from atop the hill in a cloud of fog. The stranger who was in black armor and rode on a black horse had a black cape flowing from behind him. As the stranger approached a powerful erotic lust overtook the nuns driving them into a frenzy of carnal lust.
Sister Rachel shuddered awake, she had the dream again. She was really hot and her pussy was really wet. "What is going on?" she thought to herself, this was the sixth time she dreamed of the stranger who was really hung and excited her immensely. The dreams felt like visions and premonitions.
Sister Laura moaned in her sleep. She got up quickly, panting excitedly. "Forgive me lord, I am having impure thoughts," she murmured aloud. The stranger's hands had been all over her, touching her everywhere all over her body. Her trembling legs yearned for more.
Sister Sarah moved in her sleep. She pulled down her bed covers, "Yes you found me my lord. I am yours!" She had her breasts out and were squeezing them with both hands when she awoke embarrassed, vividly recollecting the dream that had her so sopping wet and juicy for more.