It was meant to be a sailor’s myth.
Nevertheless, Captain Hilary Jeffries wanted to find proof of it one way or another. So she got a small crew of the finest women and they set out for it. They were heading out to Sappho’s Cove: a mythical island where only women were allowed. Men were… discouraged from trying to look for it. It was the perfect place for a lesbian pirate and skilled crew of sapphic swashbucklers to find treasure, and paradise, right?
Wearing a tri-cornered hat that she inherited from the women in her family on her mother’s side, she looked out, from her ship, the second item of inheritance, named, Elena, for the first female Ancestor to ever sail under her own colors and command rather than as someone's cargo or a captive bounty. Captain Jeffries angled her spyglass and saw that there was a storm on the horizon.
The Navigator, Noor was at the wheel, just keeping the ship steady. Noor was the love of Hilary’s life. She was always veiled and mysterious. Her dark eyes were sharp and she was good with a blade.
“Are we steady on the course, my love?”
“Aye Captain, we’re on course.” She turned to face the captain, who stood on tiptoe and pushed her face veil down to claim those lips in a kiss, slow and sweet as the sunset slipped away behind the horizon. When the two women parted from their passionate kissing, they both gasped, swearing their startlement amidst laughter at how dark it suddenly was. And they were still laughing when one of the crew, Xiara, came bustling up on deck with a lamp.
“Alright there Cap’n?” She asked. Xiara was a stern older woman with an eye patch. But before the Captain or the Navigator could answer, some sound in the air stole their attention. It was melodic and haunting with several ethereal lights swirling around the ship in the water. Xiara glanced overboard at the swirling lights swimming in circles around and under them as the tide slowly rocked them adrift in the dark.
“Sirens,” she said knowingly.
“Not Mermaids?”
“Sirens,” Xiara repeated firmly.
The Captain smiled big and bright, “At last!” she said, and kissed Noor deeper this time. The cold of the captain's clammy hands pulling Noor's face down to meet her lips summoned a startled gasp and giggle from Noor before she kissed back with a moan.
“Uhm, Cap’n?”
Breaking the kiss reluctantly, the Captain, waved her hand vaguely, “Wake the rest of the crew. The sirens are here to escort us to the cove, but they have to be sure there are no men on this ship. So we must do the one thing that no man has ever been able to do for us, something we’ve only been able to get from women”
Xiara smirked knowingly, “Aye, aye, Cap’n!" Then she went off below decks. The sound of the siren song grew louder, changing the polyphony of their song and magic to be a sort of estrogen-based aural aphrodisiac. The one thing that women get from women that they often do not get from men - is orgasms, even if that woman granting her the orgasm happens to be herself alone.
There were only lesbian couples on the sea-faring vessel of Elena.
There was Xiara and her wife of seventy years, Franca; Guadalupe and Yessenia committed to each other for thirteen years; Quincy and Alana, newlyweds for six months.; and Lady Zaire and her collared submissive Lien, bound in pleasure for twenty-five years. And let us not forget Captain Hilary and Navigator Noor who were committed to each other for fifteen years, bound in service to Adventure, and Erotic Ecstacy.
It was a small crew, but ten female orgasms, minimum, would be a decent offering, they hoped, to the sirens. And hopefully, it would be enough to have them swim and usher them to the mythical Sappho’s Cove.
Captain took off her hat slowly as she resumed kissing Noor, slipping a hand under her loose blouse to caress her breasts. The sea air and the summer’s heat made the night more humid than usual. So, the Captain’s clammy fingers found Noor’s breasts, already sweat-slick with the musk of her body and the salty breeze from the sea. They slowly melted into each other, first with kissing. Then with the undressing. Soon they were naked, right on the deck. The wheel abandoned, surrendered to the guidance of the siren’s song and swirling swim patterns of their sonar serenade and bioluminescent lights under the surface of the sea, just guiding the small ship along with the tide on the harmonic note attuned to the heat, and hope of the dozen women on board.
Xiara and Franca left from down below and made their way to the crow’s nest, where they had a cozy space all to themselves, to spread their legs and lick all those tender places. The moans, sighs of surrendered breaths in pleasure screaming multiple orgasms were the response to the call of the siren’s song that kept the ship rocking in the sensuous sea, like a clit held erect and throbbing by come hither motions of the slow stroke of the siren's songs. The vibrations swirled and sliced around the ship, as the rolling digits of the delicious deeds the women on board the vessel were doing in the dark.
Noor lay on the deck, her legs spread as her captain kissed her lower lips slowly, ravenously, like she was hungry for the woman’s salt, and savory cream, hungry for the way the folds flipped around her tongue, slick and warm, and her clit, growing hard and tight like a bead. Noor made the most beautiful whimpers every time Hilary lapped and pressed her wide tongue against that tight bead of flesh.
“Oh!, My captain, " she whimpered, her inner thighs starting to tremble, her breath fought with the rising wind of the storm getting closer to them. As the crashing waves of the water splashed against the hull of the ship, Noor's climax hit. “Captain!” She exclaimed, meant as a scream, but the sound cut out in a sort of squeak.
Meanwhile, there was a deep husky howl sound coming from the crow’s nest, as Franca was sitting on the rim of the nest and holding the mast for support. Her legs spread wide and Xiara was on her knees, enjoying the heat and juices smearing all over her face. She licked and sucked on the swollenly aroused cunt of Franca like she wanted to climb inside her. Her long tongue twisted and curved, finding nooks and spots that a finger or any other anatomy could not reach, it had to be a tongue. And Xiara’s tongue was very skilled and agile. Franca was wailing a husky howl that sounded like it harmonized with the vague whale song notes of the sirens down in the water.
Lightning flashed in the sky as the ship rocked. Down below the deck was a special kind of humid: tense with edging-on-the-brink-of-orgasm energy, the scent was savory-sweet, cloying like being sucked into a vulva vortex, thick with the flower sap scent of an exotic perfume of wild violet. It was dark, and dim, almost womb-like, with only a flickering candle here and there.
Guadalupe and Yessenia were content on a hammock, straddling each other’s face and the sway of the ship made them suck and hold on to each other tighter, feeling the quiver of each other’s thighs near their ears. Guadalupe was drinking down the squirt that often preceded, Yessenia’s orgasms when they were in this position. Hungrily she clutched her lover’s ass like she was eating fruit, and pressed her face in there deeper, sucking harder, licking faster. She felt her lover doing the same. Her concentration faltered when Guadalupe’s first orgasm hit like a strong wave, and the notes of the siren’s symphony crescendoed and swirled more around them, as the ship continued to sail under their song and guidance. Yessenia came shortly after screaming her pleasure inside Guadalupe’s body, and with the sound aided by the Siren’s song, it sent a pulse of a sonic wave to hit that spot inside, and Guadalupe sang out another orgasm, as the hammock swayed and they came into each other over and over again, looping, the consecutive pleasure that grew more intense with each turn.
The newlyweds, Quincy and Alana were against the wall in the galley, clothes discarded by their ankles, as they rubbed each other with greedy fingers and made out so that all four sets of lips were engaged at once. One tongue slid into a mouth as a finger slid into the lower mouth, moving the cream up to coat her lover’s clit and then massage with the pad of her finger in circles until there was a moan swallowed into the upper kiss, and the sounds grew too great that the kiss broke so they could offer their moans to the sirens, her primal guttural tones, counterpointing with the siren sopranos.
Quincy pressed her head into Alana’s shoulder as she bucked against her hand, Alana against the wall, had nowhere to go as Quincy bucked against her finger, sighing a soft ‘ahh’ sound over and over, Alana could feel the throb of her lover’s clit as she came until Quincy was making needy whimper sounds. “Cum for me, Lana, please, I want to you cum, cum … baby, please, I can feel you, fuck, you’re so close, so fucking close aren’t you?”
“Uh-huh, so, so fuc- cl--Ohhhh,” she cried out as squirt cried down her inner thighs, drooling and mixing with the sticky of her sweat and the humidity of human heat inside the tiny galley.
"Again,” Alana pleaded pantingly, “Make me cum again”
Growling softly, Quincy pressed her mouth on Alana’s and kissed her deeply before lifting her and putting her on the small nook table, Alana’s legs fell open like an inviting black orchid, ready for her pollinator’s tongue. “Yes!” she cried out once Quincy bowed before her and drank her in. Alana pressed her wife's head down against her heat, whimpering in demanding groans. “Fuck, yes, yes, yes, yes!” She nearly laughed in happy pleasure, feeling Quincy moan into her most sensitive skin thoroughly enjoying the taste of her.
And finally, Lady Zaire and her submissive, Lien, were in the brig. Using the bars and their discarded clothes, Lady Zaire bound her submissive spread eagle against the bars and stood there eating her happily. Only pausing to remind Lien that she is not to cum without permission.
“I intend to be the cherry on top of this offering.do you understand?” She directed her voice up to her submissive, in her crisp British accent. And then thwapped the submissive with a wooden spoon on her inner thigh, which she swiped from the galley.
Lien yelped at the pain, nearly pushing her so close to wanting to cum, “Yes Mistress, Lien understands”
“Good, now where was I?”
“Sucking my clit, Mistress”
“Ah yes.” and she teasingly gave licks to the very sensitive clit, then scraped her teeth teasingly along the slick folds of her labia just to hear that piercingly soprano shriek.
“Mistress, please, please” Lien begged. “I need to cum, p-please, Ohhh” she grit her teeth and tried to hold it til given permission. The scraping of teeth on her labia and then the lazy licks on her clit, that pattern was keeping her on that fine edge, right on the brink. But what really was getting to her, was being able to see Mistress Zaire’s hand working her own pussy to orgasm. It made her so aroused knowing the taste of her pussy turned her Mistress on so much that she had to finger herself. Lien whimpered, wanting to taste her Mistress’s soaked cunt.
Lady Zaire was also on the edge knowing that her submissive was being so good, and holding her orgasm till she was told. Hearing her sounds of struggle and tasting how close she was, smelling how close brought her gasping. “Oh cum, Lien! Cum with me! Oh, cum for Mistress. Cum for the sirens, let them hear you sing!” She gasped and sucked on Lien’s delicious folds til she was quivering against the bars of the brig, surrendering her orgasmic aria to the sirens.
The sailing, sapphic, sloop was serenaded and navigated by the swirling sirens of the deep. Offering a whole night’s worth of sex-soaked screams, squirts, and sensual sighs, from lips smeared with the slimy sap of each other’s bodies as they sailed into sunrise when the ship ‘docked’ or ‘wrecked’ in the shoals. The bright, summer, sunlight woke up the captain and the navigator, naked on the deck, “Morning my love”
“Morning, my captain,” Noor replied.
Captain Hilary stood up and looked at the island they found themselves on. It had a nautilus-shaped mountain with a heavy and thick tree rising out of it.
“Land Ho!” She bellowed and went to grab her hat. Franca and Xiara popped their heads up from the crow’s nest. Slowly standing they looked at each other, each with long white-gray hair down their back.
“We made it!” Franca whispered like she almost couldn’t believe it. Xiara nodded, her one eye glistening with happy tears. “Welcome to Sappho’s Cove," she breathed like she was taking her first real breaths in decades. They embraced each other in a deep full-bodied hug.
The Captain ran down below to alert the rest of the crew.
“We made it! We made it to Sappho’s cove! We’re here! We’re here!”
Slowly the sleepy lesbians got up out of their tangled embrace of limbs and made their way to the deck. The two elder lesbians climbed down from the crow’s nest, so that all ten naked women stood on the deck, staring at the majestic, mythical island.
“Someone pinch me. This must be a dream,” Lien said softly. Lady Zaire pinched her ass, and Lien squeaked and jumped away. Then started laughing. “We’re at Sappho’s Cove!” She exclaimed and started ululating loudly. The other women whooped and made their own sounds of celebration. The Captain and the Navigator started kissing to express their happiness.
“What are we waiting for, let’s go explore!” suggested Quincy
“Shouldn’t we thank the sirens first?” countered Alana
“That’s a good idea. Where are they, anyway?” Guadalupe asked.
“Maybe they’re shy?” Lien offered.
“Maybe they only come out at night?” Yessenia mused.
“Well, one version of the legend states that those lucky women who do make it to the mythical island, lead by the siren’s song, will, in turn, become sirens themselves, to guide more women here who have the bravery to venture out. And look for this magical place," Noor said.
“Look!” Yessenia pointed out toward the water, not far from the shoals. There was a curious set of vortex-dark eyes peeking over the water, with what looked like a head full of tentacle-locs, as 'hair'. All the women went to the edge of the deck and peeked over and as they did, a small solo of a song came from the lone siren in the water, like an invitation. The Siren’s solitary voice was a mellow soprano, but she didn’t take more of her body out of the water at all.
“She wants us to get out of the ship” Captain Jeffries said knowingly.
“Well you ain’t gotta tell me twice,” Xiara said and climbed over and dived overboard.
Franca followed after her, bellowing, “Talley ho!”
And then the other women jumped from the ship as well, the Captain was the last one. She gave one last look at her ship, Elena, as if saying goodbye, then dove into the water as well.
Then there was a descending fog as the ship disappeared into it. The final sacrifice, the true cherry to their offering to the sirens. No way back to the land of Men. They were home now. Swimming after the being who they eventually learned was the siren queen, into a grotto. Inside it was a very populous city full of women, of all species and walks of life, even other former sailors, swashbucklers, and pirates that were brave enough to take the plunge. The sirens were the governing council of law here at Sappho’s Cove. They made sure this place was safe for all lost lesbians and women-loving-women
And should any others out there feel brave enough and want to seek out Sappho’s Cove? All she has to do is keep her ears and heart open for the Siren’s Song, which will guide her home.
Every time.
