Porn is a form of fantasy almost by definition - one misguided prof has even termed it "utopian" in the sense that it's based on a world where sex comes free and easy. That's the trouble with FANTASY CLUB OF America - with no budget and little imagination its aspiration to the sort of fantasy one associates with a Comicon fails.
So what we have is six New Yorkers who gather under the dubious but watchful eye of Marc Stevens, to indulge in some sex that falls under the heading of fanciful. Director Richard Mailer keeps the energy level up, so the hour of XXX action passes swiftly.
Stevens stages the sex acts for his club members in a bunch of rooms decorated with what looks like hanging aluminum foil on the walls. What's meant to seem festive just looks cheap.
The women, not that familiar amongst the stable of '70s NYC porn talent, are okay looking, and the mousy blonde Eloise with glasses is fixed up with a tall Black stud named "Pork Chop" for a round of mixed-combo action. Typical of these films wearing their incorrectness as a badge of pride, he exclaims while she rides his cock: "Not bad for a dumb white bitch".
Other so-called fantasies include group sex, a lookalike found for the other bustier heroine Jo Ann Peters's dad (as a young man) so that she can enjoy vicarious incest, and even a comical hint of a room dedicated to bestiality (with film's final meager attempt at a gag presenting innocently Tara the Wonder Dog).
Stevens' improvising is a matter of taste, but overall the film's loose approach leading to an inevitable orgy is easy to take.