Note from author- I have been nurturing a Mary story for months and just viewed a teaser of the Emily Blunt movie to be released at Christmas 2018. Imagine this as an XXX parody from Vivid movie studio's starring Emily. Also I wrote this inspired by the original books and not the Disney movie. I do not own the rights to the novels by P.L. Travers, this is fan fiction for other fans.
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Texas 2018.
Mary Poppins was as timeless as the hills, and as wise as an owl. Several decades old she still looked about thirty years old. The magical and mysterious blue eyed brunette looked quite prim and proper as she waited in the hallway of the Circle XXX ranch. Situated in the rolling hills north of Dallas, Mary had literally blown into Texas on the wind, her soft landing anchored by her trusty umbrella.
"Thank you my dear." She spoke to the parrot head atop the brolly.
"You're welcome," it answered with a twitter.
"Well, bless me, I seem to have popped over to the Colonies. No matter."
Sitting in a wicker chair with her carpet bag by her feet, she waited for the owner and her prospective new employer. The opulent stone and timber building stood in the centre of 12,000 acres of land, cattle of Texas Longhorns could be heard in the distance. Built by a wealthy Texan named Wilberforce Jackson, now retired, Mary had designs on giving lessons to the mans eighteen year old son.
"Good day to you, Miss?"
The seventy year old owner entered with his son, both dressed in the usual attire of cowboy boots and Stetson. He scrutinised the odd young woman through his horn rimmed spectacles. As she stood the two men did a double take as they looked at the chestnut haired woman in the Edwardian get up. A long sleeved navy blue jacket with white piping was worn over a navy cotton skirt that came down to her boots. The black boots had lace up fronts with two inch heels and were ankle high. A white cotton blouse could just be seen under the jacket, and a blue pork pie hat was plonked on top of her head. She held out her right hand which was covered in wrist length lace gloves.
"Good morning to you, Mister Jackson. I've come about the position of private tutor for your son. I'm Mary Poppins. I can commence immediately."
Jackson scratched his nose and again looked the quaint woman up and down.
"You are sure this is the job for you? My son has led an insular life these last few years and he needs advice and coaching on pleasing women in bed."
Mary had spent decades as nanny and governess to the upbringing of children. Now in this modern age she taught young men and women in advanced sexual technique. She was aware young Albert had hardly ever strayed from the ranch and had concentrated on rearing the cattle and helping his father. Now Wilberforce was anxious for his only son to marry and raise a family. Somewhat inexperienced in the ways of the world, Albert had begged his father to hire him home help to avoid humiliation and embarrassment when he ventured out in search of female company.
"Absolutely, you can rely on me. Just show me to my room and within the week Albert will have all the confidence he needs."
"Please, call me Bert." Said the timid young man. "Will it be just written, or can I expect practical lessons too?"
The sandy haired six footer was certainly a handsome sort, and the physical labour of cattle driving had paid off in dividends. His chest filled out his plaid shirt, and his developed legs looked quite ripped in his blue jeans.
"Oh, you'll find that I am very thorough once I get down to it." Her eyes twinkled as she spoke in her educated English accent. "Just a week, or until the wind changes."
"Let me show y'all to your room, just up the stairs. May I take your bag?"
"That will not be necessary, thank you." She kept a firm grip on the bag.
Mary Poppins followed the man as they climbed the spiral staircase to the next level. Nice bannister she thought, such a pity to waste it, utterly boring having to go up step by step. She took a glance around the modest bedroom and nodded with approval.
"Splendid. This will suffice nicely. Well, until tomorrow then."
She watched intently as Bert left, her big blue eyes especially lingering on his tight ass in his Levi's. Her carpet bag on the floor twitched a few times as if it contained something living.
"Alright, alright, don't get jittery."
Mary took her hat and jacket off and then clicked her finger and thumb.
"And...wait for it! And unpack!"
The bag opened and Mary's personal effects and change of clothes rose up and danced in a merry way and settled on the bed in a neat and tidy fashion. She looked on with a scowl on her face and admonished the carpet bag with a big sniff.
"I'm watching you, very closely. Mark my words you can be replaced any time."
The bag closed by itself and jumped into the corner of the room. Right, thought Mary. Rest up and then the fun begins.
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After breakfast, Mary and the eager young man made themselves comfortable in a large front room with dark panelling and tan wood trim. Plants and lamps were all around two leather sofas, a fine rug was on the floor between the seats.
"Well now, this is perfect. I like to keep it informal when I teach, no stuffy classrooms and chalkboards."
Yet Mary had appeared from her repose and looked stiff and imposing in a long sleeved white button up cotton blouse with a ruffle front. A red bowtie was at her elegant neck, and her dark brown hair fell to the top of her shoulders. Her midi length skirt now had a white apron over the front with two little pockets and a bow at the back.
"First things first Bert. There's a difference to making love and having sex. I'm going to attempt to show you how to make love to a woman, and later have mind blowing sex. Wild sex is enormous fun, but most women enjoy slow, romantic sex with someone they care about. We will discuss foreplay, which can be more pleasurable than the act of sexual intercourse, especially for women. Then oral sex, different positions and advanced. Any questions?"
Bert had listened intently. Did this odd stuffy woman really know all about steamy sex?
"I'm all ears."
"Excellent. Now, each man and woman differs in tastes and choices. But some things are common. You need to know how to arouse yourself. Women like physical contact for the most part, men like the visual. How many times a week do you masturbate?"
Bert gasped at the direct approach in the question and stuttered as he ran his hand through his mop of hair, his fine golden lashes fluttering. "Do you wank daily? Three times a week? Come on, answer me."
Mary began to get rather cross and stood up with her hands on her hips. "I guess every night, I like to watch Pornhub.com."
"What do you mean? Blue movies? Let me tell you, young man, sex on film is not like real sex. Now, how long is your penis when fully erect?"
"I, I don't rightly know."
"Dear me, this won't do at all."
Mary dipped into her apron pocket and whipped out her trusty tape measure.
"Come on, spit spot, let me take a look."
"Who me!" Bert visibly shrunk in his seat.
"Look, time is money."
Mary blinked twice very quickly and his zipper at the fly of his jeans lowered by itself.
