No

Miss Pettifield spent a good 15 minutes fisting Erica's teen asshole. But no matter how hard she thrust in and out of the poor girl's bowels, and no matter how much Erica rubbed and tweaked and pulled at her clitoris, no orgasm was forthcoming.

Finally, her face red and flushed, her arm sore, the pretty counselor admitted defeat. She shook her head, slid her forearm carefully out of Erica's gaped asshole, and said, "Well, it's back to the drawing board, I suppose."

"I'm so sorry," said Erica, close to tears. She felt terrible. Not only because she was unable to orgasm, but also because her asshole ached painfully.

The helpful counselor gave her a kindly smile. "Don't worry at all. Just because that didn't work, let's not give up hope. I have another idea that is guaranteed to solve the issue."

She looked at the clock above the doorway and pondered.

"Hmm, third period is about to start. Yes, that works perfectly." Jotting down a quick note on a pad, she tore it off and handed it to Erica.

"Go see Mr. Carstairs in the gym. I know he can help you with this!"

Erica nodded, not exactly sure what the gym teacher could do. But she thanked the counselor and set off, more determined than ever to become a normal anal-loving teen.