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.
One by one every nun awoke in a state of shuddering arousal, pussies dripping wet from the dream of the erect stranger having his way with them. They were all experiencing recurring dreams that were vivid and felt real. They felt like more than dreams.
The sun cast it's morning light upon the convent, providing a magnificent vista to the top of the hill where there was a lone tree. The hill sloped down than up slightly in a few spots for quite a ways. The top of the hill seemed far away yet was quite visible.
The nuns gathered for morning prayer, they were all alone except for a few caretakers who visited regularly but were not due for quite awhile. They each had a choice of praying together or in private. Sister Margaret, aged 42, who many looked to as a leader told the gathered nuns "Let us each pray in private this day so that the lord hears our prayers." The nuns all agreed and went to their private quarters. Sister Margaret let out a sigh of relief, her pussy was on fire because she was so wet. She had to be alone! She was straining not to rip her clothes off and give in to thoughts of the stranger tempting her flesh with his prowess.