PHSD: Post-Heaven Stress Disorder

When Mark had finally recovered, he sat up, feeling his cock still hard, and cum on his chest. He looked up and saw that Luna was sat on the tree stump.

"Did you enjoy that?" She asked him.

"That was...wow..." Mark replied.

"Thank you," Luna smiled. "Now it's time to go."

"Go where?" Mark asked her.

"You'll see," Luna replied. "Now get up, and follow me."

"I'm not sure I can," Mark replied, his body practically numb with post-orgasmic afterglow.

Luna stood up, and took him by the hand, helping him stand up. Martin then followed her through the woods, watching her sexy, cum-covered ass as they walked. Eventually they reached another clearing, where a couple of dozen other nude people were. As they got closer, Martin realised that these nude people were his classmates! Girls and boys from his class were stood around talking. Martin noticed that all their dicks were hard and big, as were all the boobs and their nipples. He didn't see a single boob that looked smaller than a C, no dick smaller than 8 inches, and no ball smaller than a golf ball. All of them were sweaty, with remnants of cum, both male and female, on their bodies. He saw their student teacher, 21-year-old Miss Moorhouse, stood awkwardly on her own, jizz coating her E-cup boobs. Strangely, he didn't see Mr Jameson, their teacher anywhere. Mark was about to go and talk to her, when he heard two familiar voices.

"Mark!" Mark turned and saw Jacob and Andy. They too had large boners, and bits of cum on them.

"Wow..." Jacob said, looking down at Mark's body. "You too huh?"

"What do you mean?" Mark asked.

"You woke up, and were greeted by the most beautiful girl you've ever seen, who then proceeded to have incredible sex with you," Jacob replied. "Am I right?"

"Yeah," Mark replied. "I take it that's what's happened to everyone?"

"Pretty much," Andy told him. "Well, obviously a lot of people were greeted by guys, but it's the same thing."

"It was pretty incredible," Jacob said. "It felt like I'd died and gone to Heaven."

"Attention everyone!" Luna shouted, and everyone turned to look at the girl, who still had remnants of Mark's cum shining on her skin. Next to her stood all the men and women who had been pleasuring the rest of the class. "Now then, I'm sure you all want to know what's going on."

"It is as some of you have suspected," said a man, who was stood next to her. "You have all died, and this is Heaven." This shocked the kids.

"The petrol tank of the coach you were all on exploded, killing you all instantly," Luna explained.

"If we're all dead, then were's Mr Jameson?" Asked Daisy Clifford, who Mark noticed was holding hands with her boyfriend, Max Walker.

"And what about Nelson and Francis?" Asked Max.

"They were not deemed worthy of entering the Kingdom of Heaven," Luna replied.

"You mean..."

"Yes," The male at the front said. "They are currently being informed that an eternity of indescribable horror and agony awaits them."

"You can't do that!" Andy protested. Mark had to agree. Although he didn't like the three of them in the slightest, he didn't think they deserved to go to Hell.

"Worry not about them," Luna said to the group. "For their sins, they have been condemned to eternal torment. Concern yourselves only for the eternal reward you are all to receive."

"Your first taste of this reward, which you have all been given, pales in comparison to the pleasures that await you," the man told them. Mark liked the idea of this. After all, while it was a bit sad that he was dead, but an eternity of bliss, especially with the promise it'd be even better than the sex he'd had with Luna. And while he didn't think Nelson, Francis and Mr Jameson deserved to go to Hell, he was struggling to feel sorry for them, having had them pick on him for years.

"Kid, can you hear me!?" Mark heard an unknown voice.

"What the..." Mark asked.

"Mortal, please be quiet and listen," Luna commanded him, but the man whispered something in her ear, and then she noticed whatever it was had been pointed out to her.

"Kid, wake up!" Shouted the same voice as before. "Clear!" Mark then let out a yelp of pain as he felt an electric shock go through his body.

"What's happening to him?" Shouted Andy. Luna walked over to Mark.

"Looks like it's not quite your time after all, sweetie," she said, sadness somewhat evident in her voice. She gave Mark another kiss.

"Clear!" Mark felt another shock go through him, before his world went black once more. Mark felt intense pain all over his body. He opened his eyes slightly, and saw a man looking over him.

"He's alive!" Shouted the man. "Get him into the ambulance!" Mark them blacked out again.

Mark woke up later, still hurting all over. He could hear a bleeping. He opened his eyes, to see another bright light, but this one did hurt his eyes. He managed to sit up, though not without pain, and he realised he was laid in a hospital bed, the beeping being a heart monitor that was attached to him. The door then opened.

"Oh my God, thank God you're awake!" With what strength Mark had, he looked, and saw his 18-year-old sister Olivia , stood in the doorway, running over to him. "We were so worried about you!" She then ran back to the door.

"Doctor Adley, he's awake!" She shouted down the corridor. She then got her phone out, and dialled a number. "Mom, Dad, Mark's awake!"

Next, in walked a middle-aged man, who Mark assumed was the Doctor.

"Don't sit up, young man!" Doctor Adley said, and Mark laid back down. "You suffered serious injuries. Preserve your strength."

"What...happened to me...?" Mark asked weakly.

"The coach you were in had a faulty fuel tank," The Doctor replied. "It exploded. You were near the front and managed to get shielded by some of the rubble, so you managed to get out of it with only some burns and two broken legs, but....I'm sorry. Everyone else on board passed away."

"You want to see your injuries?" Olivia asked Mark, who nodded. She then lifted up the bedsheets, and Mark looked down at his body. Bandages were everywhere, covering what Mark assumed were burns. His legs had casts on them, but it was the other thing he saw that interested him more. His penis was small again. Or maybe it had always been like that. He thought back to the dream he'd had, about how he'd died and gone to Heaven. About how he'd lost his virginity in the midst of incredible sex with the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. About how he'd been told that he and the rest of his class could look forward to an eternity of indescribable bliss. Or was it a dream? It had certainly felt real, every orgasmic contraction feeling as it should.

"No...I want to go back..." Mark groaned. He tried to get out of bed, but he just fell over, toppled over by a combination of his burn pain, and the fact that both of his legs were broken.

"Woah there mister!" Olivia said, catching him.

"Back in bed!" Shouted Doctor Adley.

"Don't worry, I'll watch him, so he doesn't try it again," Olivia told the Doctor.

Mark spent the next few days in depression, thinking about what he was missing out on. He imagined Andy fucking Daisy Clifford. He imagined Jacob firing his umpteenth load onto Miss Moorhouse's tits. He imagined Max Walker 69ing with Becky Jones, the two of them enjoying being in the middle of a week-long orgasm. Worst of all, Mark imagined that none of them missed him, too blissed out to care that their friend had been cruelly **** back into life.

But maybe it was all a dream. That idea gave Mark some solace. Maybe it was just his subconscious trying to treat him before he died. Mark had never believed in God or an afterlife, so it certainly seemed likely. But then Mark thought of another idea. Maybe he had died, and this was Hell. It made sense. After all, Mark's lack of worship would surely doom him for all eternity, and what better **** than showing him complete and utter sexual bliss, before taking it away from him forever. Whatever the answer, Mark didn't like it. He wanted to go back. To be happy for all eternity.