In my college years I lived on the back side of the Huntington Harbor area on the north end of Huntington Beach, CA just south of Seal Beach. I had a nice private and quiet apartment in a four-plex section of the neighborhood. Just a few blocks west of my apartment was a street that went out to a small harbor on the bay. Part of the mud flats started on the north side of the road out in an area that was very isolated, private and no one ever went.

Also on the north side of the end of this road was a very large field. One year they started a project to dredge the bottom of the harbor and they decided to put the silt settling ponds in this field. They built up three large ponds with lots of sand. The first pond had a sand berm wall about 8 feet high. Next to that was another pond also built with sand berm walls about 5 feet high. Then next to that was the last pond with a sand berm wall about 4 feet high.

The dredge barge was located out in the harbor and it was connected to the ponds by a long line of floating pipe. The dredge would slowly suck up the fine bottom silt and mud and then pump it through the pipe to the first tall pond. The mud and silt would flow out of the pipe and fill the pond to about 3 feet from the top of the sand berm wall. This was the heaviest of the mud and this pond filled up fast. Then the lighter mud would float off to the second pond and the process would start again. When the second pond was a few feet from the top it would then let the lightest mud flow in to the last and the shallowest pond.

The operation had been going on for several weeks and one warm summer late afternoon, almost sunset, I went to check them out. I had a jeep at the time and drove it off the road on to this sandy field area that held the ponds and parked the jeep on the back side of the ponds so no one would know I was there.

I had on old shorts and a t shirt and was barefoot. I climbed up the side of the sand berm to the top of the tallest pond. The pump had been shut off hours ago when the works left and all the water had drained off leaving only the fine pure mud. This first pond held the heaviest mud and it was already somewhat dried and cracked on the surface. I was able to walk almost all the way across it without sinking in. As I got close to where the pipe dumped the mud and water in to this pond it was still damp and my feet suddenly broke through the crust down to just below my knees.

This mud felt just like butter squishing between the toes. But it was still rather heavy and it felt great to pull my foot out and step forward and watch and feel it sink down again. I spent more time in this pond pumping my legs up and down and churning up the mud till it took me down just over my knees. OK, time to check out the next pond.

I walked back to the edge of the first pond and walked over the lip of the sand berm wall to the second pond. The mud in this pond was just starting to harden along the edges out a several feet. I started walking out on the damp and somewhat firm surface of the second pond but it wasn't long till my feet started to sink in. The mud in this pond was like heavy pudding. It was much lighter than the mud in the first pond but still creamy enough to somewhat support my body weight but also still light enough to allow me to slowly sink in if I pointed my toes downward. The mud in this pond would take me down to high thigh deep until I would stop and feel the hard bottom.

This felt so sensual and erotic. Sloshing around in the pudding like mud was very arousing. It wasn't long and I was rock hard and very horny. I thoroughly enjoyed this pond for a long time. The feelings and sensations were incredible!

Now I was on to the last and shallowest pond. As I walked out of the middle pond to the last one as soon as I walked over the top of the berm I could see that the last pond was a pool of creamy mud. It was all fluid like and only about waist deep on me so about three and a half feet deep.

As I started to walk in this pond I knew I would go right to the hard bottom so I stepped back and took my shorts and t shirt off and left them on the berm wall. As I walked in to the pond I was walking on the sand berm wall and walked right down to the bottom of the pit which was the floor of the sandy field. This was the most amazing thing I have ever been in. It was a pool of pure clay type mud. I was able to easily walk all the way across this pond at waist level.

After exploring this pond for a short time the erotic factor had multiplied. I keeled down in the pool of mud and let it come up to my neck. I then started to gently and slowly dog paddle through the mud. My c o c k was rock hard and I could not take it any longer. I had to cum! Still kneeling deep down in the mud I started to masturbate and quickly exploded loads of cum under all that mud. The orgasm was one of the most explosive ones I have ever had.

After that I kind of rolled on to my back and let myself somewhat float on the surface of the mud until I had recovered from the tremendous orgasm. Then it was up and out of the pond. I went to the edge of the mud flat were there was this grassy spot with a very narrow stretch of bay beach. I rinsed off and put my shorts and shirt back on, got in the jeep and drove out of the field with no one seeing or knowing anything.

I made many more trips back to those ponds. After several months they finished the project and let the ponds dry solid. They then scooped up the dry material and trucked it away.

So the next time you are driving along the coast and see a dredge project just think of the possibilities.