Chapter 3
THE VIOLENT MUTILATION OF ONE CHILD MOLESTER
Joel Lacy was a convicted child molester. In December, 1966, he was arrested and sent to prison for assaulting a six-year-old girl. After four years behind bars, he was back on the streets to continue his perverted practices where he had left off. Since being free, Joel admitted to us, he had raped four more girls without being apprehended. Joel Lacy finally realized what he had been doing wrong, and consented to let us print his story in hopes of discouraging other men like himself, to warn parents, and to give us an insight into such a criminal's mind.
In Joel Lacy's own words:
"The law is too easy on guys like me. The courts have a funny paradoxical, process of justice. I had been making it with little girls long before they caught me the first time back in 1966. I can't explain why I do the things I do-why I go for girls so young. The prison psychiatrists had a lot of imagine names for what I was, but they didn't mean anything to me. I still feel a ripping in my groin when I see a cute child-untouched.
"The first time I did it to a child, I was sick for days after. I couldn't live with myself. I wanted to kill myself. But then I stopped trying to see what was right and wrong. I didn't think of them as children anymore. They were little women. I was wrong, I know, but I couldn't help it.
"I used to hang around parks and school grounds. I would see a little girl walking home alone. Children are such real persons and it wouldn't take much to seduce the girls into coming with me. I would usually take them for rides in my car out into the country. The small country towns are great for that. Parents don't worry so much about their kids until the sun goes down. But by that time it would all be over. But I never did hurt one of the kids. I had to gag them occasionally. I would warn them that if they told I'd come back and get them. I would make a return trip to some of them. There was this pretty little blonde kid about seven-she liked me. She was my friend and we played games together . . . we played house. I was the father and she was the mommy. Then I was discovered and had to leave town.
"When I got out of prison I swore I would go straight. I mean the worst thing in the whole world to be is a child molester in the pen. I had my ass kicked plenty of times. You were acceptable as a man if you committed robbery, murder, manslaughter, or extortion, but you were an animal if you were what I was. It was hard time for me to kill, but I got out. And as I said, I was going straight.
"I came back to a society that had changed a lot. Bitches were wearing miniskirts and showing their tits. Free fucking was everywhere-and the hippie movement had everybody smoking pot and freaking out. I was gonna try it the straight route. It's not that I don't nut when I fuck a grown woman, it's just that they leave me so cold. Women are vain, selfish creatures that are on this earth to emasculate pricks. If you ever lived with a woman, and saw how slutty she became after the honeymoon, then you can sympathize. But I compromised and decided not to fuck any girl under eighteen. Unfortunately, I didn't stick to that decision.
"I moved to San Francisco at the peak of the Haight-Ashbury action. The streets were crowded with young, runaway girls. They were broke, hungry, and willing to do anything for a bed overnight. But I'm not the most handsome guy in the world, and I was over thirty. In fact, I was the guy they pointed their fingers at-the suit and tie, part of the plastic generation who didn't understand them.
"You can probably see how frustrated I became. Everywhere I looked there were all kinds of cunts, flirting, and begging to be fucked. Sometimes I would go into Golden Gate Park and park my car and watch the wild goings-on. Those young gals would be running buck-naked teasing the boys-right there in the park. At night they would camp out there under the trees and fuck. I used to sneak out there and peep. Once or twice I did join in. Like the time I raped this black girl-but only after some more fellows had her down on the grass. There were about six boys, and when they let her go, she came crying toward me. I knocked her down and fucked her-which left me unsatisfied, because after all, they had her first. I only enjoyed pussy that nobody had touched before.
"I left San Francisco because the cops were beginning to put the head on drifters and dropouts. If you have a record for child molesting, they are constantly picking you up. So it wasn't healthy to be seen around the Haight.
"But before I left I cornered a young girl about fourteen in the hallway of her apartment building. There was a long dark corridor in the back and I put a knife to her neck and dragged her back there. She fought me like a tiger-good pussy, though-and I had quite a few bad scratches on my face. I knew that she would identify me, so I slugged her and took off running. I panicked. When I came to my senses I was up in the big-foot country of Oregon. I was surprised that my old car had made it. It was like I had been lost in a fog and woke up to find myself looking up at tall evergreens and rolling hills.
"There was a trailer camp not far from where I was. The summer was just ending, but a few stragglers had stayed on. I had thought about going down and asking for a meal, when I saw this little girl walking down the path. There was no one around. I knew that she was staying with her family at the camp.
"This little girl couldn't have been more than eight or ten years old. She was a sweet, demure youngster. She was slenderly built with long, brown, stringy hair. She was wearing shorts that were much too tight for her and a T-shirt with her school name on it.
"When she saw me she stopped and smiled. I asked her where she was going. She was just out for a walk and her parents had gone into the town to get some supplies. Her brother, Peter, was playing over by the creek, which was some distance away. I asked her if she minded if I walked along with her. She told me her parents had warned her not to talk to strangers. I explained that I had been traveling for a long time. I said my car had broken down and I needed help and food.
"She became frightened. I realized that she might turn and run at any moment. Something came over me and I was that ugly person I tried to hide . . . but it was too late. I had looked at how the shorts were cutting into her crotch, and how her baby fat was making her shapely thighs quiver. My dick got as hard as a rock!
"This strange feeling came over me and I was desperate-sweating. I opened my fly and pulled my cock out. It was hard and it popped out as if it had a will of its own. The kid stood there wide-eyed-not knowing what to say. But I could see that she was fascinated-her eyes never moved from my cock.
"When I knew that I had her attention, I began to piss. I said excuse me, politely, as though nothing was wrong with what I was doing. Evidently, this little girl's parents had brought her up to know things about sex; she wasn't shocked by normal body functions. At least she didn't appear to be.
"But I watched her eyes. She was frightened, but brave. I could see she was thinking about running away fast.
" 'Do you know what this is? ' I asked, shaking the last of the piss from my cock and stroking the shaft to make it come full hard.
" 'It's your dick-I mean, penis,' said the little girl.
"I backed up and pulled my trousers off my hips. I sat on a boulder and beckoned for the little girl to come there. She stood there with both hands behind her back, her eyes fluttering downward.
" 'Come on, I'm not gonna hurt you. I wish I had some candy to give you.'
"She answered that she didn't eat candy.
" 'You know what's sweeter than candy?'
"She came slowly toward me, watching my penis wiggle now.
" 'What?'
" 'This!'
" That?
" 'Yeah.'
" 'I don't believe you. How come?' she asked. " 'Because I'm a man-and you're a little girl.'
" 'That sounds funny. I don't believe you.' " 'You have something sweet between your legs, too.'
" 'My vagina?'
" 'Oh, you know the word.'
" 'My daddy and mommy taught me about sex.'
" 'Do you ever see your mommy and daddy having sex? Your mommy thinks your daddy's thing is sweet-and she knows what to do for it.'
" 'What?'
" 'Doesn't she suck it for your daddy?'
" 'That's none of your business, mister . . . '
" 'You don't have to get upset about it. I was going to let you suck mine, but I see you're very mean.'
" 'I am not!'
" 'Well-when you grow up maybe some man will let you suck-'
" 'I don't know you. Why should I? '
" 'It likes you. You wanna see? ' I took my cock in hand and pointed it at her.
" 'It looks funny. It looks like a snake.'
" 'Wanna touch it?'
" 'May I?'
" 'Okay. But not for very long-'
" 'I won't for very long.'
"My cock hung down. The little girl came closer and patted it with one hand-as if she was stroking a strange puppy-nice doggie. My cock was spurting and barking, wiggling just like a dog's tail!
"The little girl put both hands around the stock. She stretched it, curious to see how far it would go. Then she pushed down and made the foreskin peel back-my cock stuck up like a red apple. The head of it fascinated her and she stared with childlike innocence down the eye of the crown. I could see her wetting her lips in preparation. She waited to see if it would grow any larger. When satisfied that it was as long as it would stretch, she stroked down the sides of it with tender hands.
"I could feel my dick throbbing and my nuts tingling. I was on fire throughout my lower cock. Somehow just having her hold it as if it was something special turned me on.
"Then the little girl took the first exciting lick! My penis might have been a lollipop, or an all-day sucker the way she tasted it. Everything depended on that first smack-if she would find it delightful enough. Then she licked it again, this time swirling her tongue around the stock. She went up and down along my dick string and my cock mushroomed larger. When I saw her measure my dick against the length of her face, I shot up and come spurted everywhere. She drew back and shook her hand-trying to get the sticky semen off her fingers.
"I caught her before she could move away. She was excited and awestruck by all that had happened. I pulled her into me and put my arms around her. I held her sideways and lifted her T-shirt. Her titties were little more than a palmful. The nipples were larger, like strawberries, but the nipples were just sweet nubs. I reached in back of her with my right hand and cupped the right tit. I fastened my mouth over it and sucked delicately.
"The little girl twitched and squirmed her hips; now realizing that we were doing something we shouldn't. In her mind she was sharing a secret with a friend, a friend who loved her body-who thought she was pretty.
"I sucked her tit harder into my mouth and could feel juice squirting out-sweet honey fluid-she was still to be weaned. Very slowly I rubbed my hand over her stomach in a circular motion. It didn't turn her off, she didn't mind my hand being that low. But when I went lower to the cup of her pussy, she drew her legs together. I managed to get two fingers between her legs and rubbed her crotch. I could feel how wet the material was where her little pussy had been leaking. I played over her clitoris and it was like turning the light on in a dark closet. She whimpered and started to shake. The feeling was so good to her that she tossed her head. She was becoming frightened now. I had to take it slow.
"I got her shorts down. She was so bewildered and horny she didn't know what she was doing. She obeyed me as if all grownups held full authority over children.
"When she was nude I looked at her pussy mound. She was very pretty between her legs. There was just a slight growth of pubic hair, but mostly bald. Like a new-born baby's cunt. I rubbed it lightly. I made sure I got that area good and hot before I stretched open her pussy lips. I tickled her there with my finger. The little girl liked this and responded eagerly now. It was a new kind of sport that she found physically exciting.
"Her cunny was dripping juices and I smeared the cream over her clitoris to heighten the sensation. Then I stuck my finger in her pussy for about an inch. She buckled and went weak in the knees. My face was then between her sweet legs.
"The moment I had been waiting for. I cupped her buttocks in back and pulled her cunt to my mouth. I licked my tongue out and separated the fine hairs covering her entrance. When the hairs were cleared, I lapped her clitoris. That set her body in motion and it was as if she had a wiggly worm inside her precious flesh. The center of her cunt tasted good, so I put my mouth over the width of her hole and sucked inward. Her little fuck hole juiced up again. I sucked and dug into her vagina. I made a rocking motion with my hands on her buttocks and she followed. I felt the pressure on my tongue, trying to slip past the cherry, which clamped down like an iron clam!
"It was time to put some dick in her. I sat down on the boulder and pulled her over my lap. She faced me with both of her legs outside mine. My cock stuck straight up through her legs. I positioned her cunt so it was right there ready for my prick. There was pain for the little girl right away and she bit her lips. I spread my legs wider which opened up her vagina more. I knew that I was giving her an awful lot of dick to cope with, but she did so happily.
"I held her by the waist and yanked her down -my big, hairy dick plugged up her slit. The little girl started to cry and shriveled up. I quickly pumped in and out to get the rhythm going . . . then she stopped crying, her sounds only in tiny whimpers.
"It was beautiful with her sitting up there on top of my cock. Of course, I wasn't getting all pussy inside, but gradually the little girl warmed up and her vagina stretched to accommodate me.
"I changed positions. I moved her to the grass behind some bushes, just in case anybody came along. I took off my trousers and lay down on her back. I rubbed my body all over her neat little ass. I fucked her that way and this time she was ready for it. She was not pleased that she didn't make the nice man like it more.
"This little girl's cunt was like a rubber band around my crown; hot as hell! My dick was on fire! I didn't even feel like fucking her. I could just let my dick hang off in her tiny cunt and absorb the groovy sensation shooting over my shaft. She drew up and pushed her buttocks up to me. It was hot to her, too. She looked back over her shoulder with pleading eyes. She wanted me to please hurry and get it over with. Her little brother was waiting for her at the creek.
"In a strange way it was like giving me an okay. I swear that kid's whole personality changed. It was freaky. My dick slipped into her hole up to the hilt. It seemed she held back because she didn't want me to know how large a little girl's pussy could be, and so easily available. My dick pushed in clear to her cervix. We got stuck! I rolled inside her and scraped my dick head over the roof of her pussy. I rang her ding-dongs a couple of times and she raised her ass for more.
"As I fucked her, I played with her buttocks. I molded them in my hands and saw my prick shooting in and out between her crack!
"That was the last thing I remembered. The next thing I knew, I was in a hospital coming off the operating table. The little girl's father had doubled back to their campsite to get his camera. His son was there crying because he couldn't find the little girl I was fucking. The father grabbed up his rifle and came looking for his daughter. He found her, with me sticking my dick in her rear. I was shot three times, once in the butt hole, once in my back, and the third shot ripped off my right testicle. I have had no desire since then."